I think humans have always been desperate. I think it has always been about doing something awful if it might help, when the only other option is death. Maybe that's what being a parent is supposed to feel like.

But I know all the things you're too sweet to know.

Forget who you are and what you think is there, and you'll discover things that don't exist to be known.

When I am writing anything in general, I just want to tell the story that exists in my head; I don't try to write a parable or make a point.

You have a way of looking at things. You make it seem as though everything's going to be okay. I can't imagine a more dangerous thing to have than hope like yours.

When I was 11 or 12, I was really bored with everything on my summer reading list. It was all happy, middle-grade kinds of books. I was getting frustrated, because I liked to read. My mother went to the library and got me a copy of 'The Other Side of Midnight' by Sidney Sheldon. It was my first adult book.

I start trying to stay unconscious. The problem with this is that no amount of willpower can change the reality.