Keep thinking. You can hear our brains rattling around inside us, like the littler Russian dolls.

The natural world is so adaptable...So adaptable you wonder what's natural.

I feel like it's hard to get into historical novels where you know what the story is far too well.

I eat broccoli. I think about the plot. I pace in circles for hours, counter-clockwise, listening to music. I try to think of one detail in the scene I'm about to write that I'm really excited about writing. Until I can come up with that one detail, I pace.

We Americans are interested only in the consumption of our products. We have no interest in how they are produced, or what happens to them once we discard them, once we throw them away.

I looked at her, and she was smiling like she was broken.

My idea of life, it's what happens when they're rolling the credits.