It was often this way, life consisted of a series of false beginnings, bluff declarations of arrival to destinations not even glimpsed.

I’ve always been uninterested in boundaries or quarantines between tastes and types, between mediums and genres.

I have no one to blame for the construction for myself, of course, but I'm always surprised and slightly sulky when I realizeВ people are buying the whole thing.

I have a horror of silence while I'm writing. It's like the universe is howling at me if I don't have it.

Making books has always felt very connected to my bookselling experience, that of wanting to draw people's attention to things that I liked, to shape things that I liked into new shapes.

I've never related to the work geek at all-it sounds much more horrible than nerd. Like a freak biting a chicken's head off in a sideshow.

Life is fundamentally up for grabs