The people I know who would support [Donald] Trump are keeping their mouths shut.

I'm having so much trouble with writing. Maybe if I help other people, it'll be easier for me.

Shot at twenty-seven times - what a Dominican number.

Used to be in the old days, only the pulp writers wrote like machines. Now everybody is expected to be literary John Henrys. So in that context someone like me is an anomaly.

Nilda is watching the ground as though she's afraid she might fall. My heart is beating and I think, We could do anything. We could marry. We could drive off to the West Coast. We could start over. It's all possible but neither of us speaks for a long time and the moment closes and we're back in the world we've always known.

I am a chatty person, but colossally discreet.

You keep waiting for the heaviness to leave you. You keep waiting for the moment you never think about the ex again. It doesn't come.