But clearly life took people and shook them around until finally they were unrecognizable even to those who had once known them well. Still, there was power in once having known someone.

This post-college world felt different from everything that had come before it.

Wasn't the whole point of being an artist, or at least part of it, that you didn't have to wear a tie?

Good writing is good writing, and I'm so happy when I read it.

We do seem, as a culture, to fetishize the "sweep." But I know there's room for "big" short, fierce novels, and "big" solid ones.

The only option for a creative person was constant motion—a lifetime of busy whirligigging in a generally forward direction, until you couldn’t do it any longer.

Twitter," said Manny, waving his hand. "You know what that is? Termites with microphones.