Knowing and understanding the people we love most is a process that continues well beyond their deaths... and is never complete.

When it comes to life, we spin our own yarn, and where we end up is really, in fact, where we always intended to be.

I see life as increasingly complex, vivid, colorful, crazy, chaotic. That's the world I write about...the world I live in.

It's odd to spend your vacation with someone else's music especially when you're alone. You're free to let loose, unobserved, but someone else has chosen the words you belt out in private, the rythms you can dance to like a fool.

Knowing and understanding the people we love most is a process that continues well beyond their deaths... and is never complete.

My publisher is generous with deadlines, which are never set in stone. Some writers need that pressure, but I am more productive when there's less panic.

There you are, diligently swimming a straight line, minding the form of your strokes, when you look up and see, always a shock, the currents you can't even feel have pulled you off course.