If it weren't my life, I wouldn't have believed it.

We shared the smile of recognizing ourselves in each other.

It’s much easier to be cruel than one might think.

I usually write away from home, in coffee shops, on trains, on planes, in friends’ houses. I like places where there’s stuff going on that you can lift your eyes, see something interesting, overhear a conversation.

I felt suddenly shy. I was not used to shy. I was used to shame. Shyness is when you turn your head away from something you want. Shame is when you turn your head away from something you do not want.

I was more alone than if I had been alone.

What if I never stop inventing?