After Memory Keepers Daughter, it took me a few months to shut out the world. I really had to turn off the Internet and sort of cloister myself away from the world again and sink into that psychic space to write again.

There was something not quite right about her eagerness, an eerie kind of voyeurism in her need for bad news.

That there were other worlds, invisible, unknown, beyond imagination even, was a revelation to him.

All that sunny afternoon, traveling north and east, Caroline believed absolutely in the future. And why not? For if the worst had already happened to them in the eyes of the world, then surely, surely, it was the worst that they left behind them now.

Your understanding of a place changes the longer you stay; you discover more, and your own life gets woven into the fabric of the community.

Then she had been a fiancee, a young wife, and a mother, and she had discovered that these words were far too small ever to contain the experience.

...bleak territory of the heart.