This is how the girl who couldn't speak and the man who couldn't see fell in love.

I'm not sure I really am a Humanist. I describe myself as a rigorous agnostic, which means that you cannot declare as a matter of material truth something that is in fact a matter of spiritual belief.

I have long since decided if you wait for the perfect time to write, you'll never write. There is no time that isn't flawed somehow.

The true story is vicious and multiple and untrue after all. Why do you need it? Don’t ever ask for the true story.

You want the truth, of course. You want me to put two and two together. But two and two doesn’t necessarily get you the truth. Two and two equals a voice outside the window. Two and two equals the wind. The living bird is not its labeled bones.

I read for pleasure and that is the moment I learn the most.

A word after a word after a word is power.