Looking at a cat, like looking at clouds or stars or the ocean, makes it difficult to believe there is nothing miraculous in this world.

Some animals are secretive; some are shy. A cat is private.

The prose as such has to be singing the song the story is telling.

Of mystery there is no end. Of clarity, there is precious little.

I can only gesture at what makes a story good.

There's hardly anywhere in literature where you don't find a triangle.

I read assiduously. I kept in touch with my species.