Nothing has happened to me out of the closet that was anywhere near as dangerous as being closeted.

My sentences got sharper and my stories more efficient, and I gradually learned to imagine the reader more clearly and to empathize with that imagined reader, which is a crucial part of learning to tell stories.

I really believe that fiction functions best when stories are allowed to develop in an organic way, so I didn't set out to deliver a specific message.

To be a good editor or a good writer, I think you really need to be a great reader first.

With a little persuasion, any familiar thing can turn abnormal in the mind. Here's a thought experiment. Consider this brutal bit of magic. A human grows a second human in a space inside her belly; she grows a second heart and a second brain, second eyes and second limbs, a complete set of second body parts as if for use as spares, and then, after almost a year, she expels that second screaming being out of her belly and into the world, alive. Bizarre, isn't it?

We were a different kind of Christian, the quiet, reasonable kind, a breed embarrassed by the mention of miracles.

An editor is like a professional reader, and as I became a better reader, I also became a better writer.