I am rather saddened at the end of a book. I think most writers find this. It's like a friend departing on a voyage.

The problem with meditating is I generally go to sleep, and that's because I'm doing it wrong.

The future of narrative? Built in, part of the human template. Not going away. The future of the codex book, with pages and so forth? A platform for transmitting narratives. There are others. The scroll is coming back (Twitter is a scroll.) Short forms are returning online. Interactivity is coming back; it was always there in oral storytelling. Each form has its pluses and its minuses.

All fat women look the same; they all look 42.

Show me a character totally without anxieties and I will show you a boring book.

Toast is me. I am toast.

I suppose these deadlines we set for ourselves are really a way of saying we appreciate time, and want to use all of it.