Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch.

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.

Norah watched him, serious and utterly absorbed in his task, overcome by the simple fact of his existence.

You missed a lot of heartache, sure. But David, you missed a lot of joy.

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.

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

Music is like you touch the pulse of the world. Music is always happening, and sometimes you get to touch it for a while, and when you do you know that everything's connetcted to everything else.