Those are the love killers. They love you and then they kill you. They're from another planet. Supposedly.

People love gossip because it's slightly removed from actuality. It's a very literary thing... You can hear a great story, and it turns out that it's largely not true. Fiction writing is like gossip. It's not malicious gossip, but it's gossip.

All the way out I listen to the car AM radio, bad lyrics of trailer park love, gin and tonic love, strobe light love, lost and found love, lost and found and lost love, lost and lost and lost love—some people were having no luck at all. The DJ sounds quick and smooth and after-shaved, the rest of the world a mess by comparison.

If I retain any freshness of approach, it's by going slowly having long intervals between finished projects.

I missed him. Love, I realized, was something your spine memorized. There was nothing you could do about that.

Sometimes I ask myself if writing novels is even respectable.

An author's life is different, complex, and ongoing, while a character's remains frozen in one little story.