In love there are two things - bodies and words.

I've always been interested in writing about people, including young children who are not able to speak for themselves. As in my novel 'Black Water,' I provide a voice for someone who has died and can't speak for herself.

The strangeness of Time. Not in its passing, which can seem infinite, like a tunnel whose end you can't see, whose beginning you've forgotten, but in the sudden realization that something finite, has passed, and is irretrievable.

Writers are notoriously unable to know about themselves. Faulkner thought 'The Fable' was his best novel. F. Scott Fitzgerald liked 'Tender Is the Night,' an experimental novel.

Love is an indescribable sensation - perhaps a conviction, a sense of certitude.

For memory is a moral action, a choice. You can choose to remember. You can choose not.

Writing! The activity for which the only adequate bribe is the possibility of suicide, one day.