In a sense, I may not consciously know what I'm doing. I feel that I'm telling a story. I'm a kind of medium by which something is transmitted.

Stories come to us as wraiths requiring precise embodiments.

In a family, what isn't spoken is what you listen for. But the noise of a family is to drown it out.

For politics is in its essence as Adams had said, the 'systematic organization of hatred': either you were organized or you were not.

After my parents passed away - in 2000 and 2003 - I felt I could take the time to think about the past and imagine what it would have been like to be my grandmother.

Reading yields a wish to write, I think, except if the reading is dull and uninspiring.

And so you must grant to God what is God and not try to think of what you have lost, for that way is madness.