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

It seemed that everywhere you went, people quickly adapted to the way they had to live, and called it Life.

Books light the fire-whether it's a book that's already written, or an empty journal that needs to be filled in.

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

Part of the beauty of love was that you didn’t need to explain it to anyone else. You could refuse to explain. With love, apparently you didn’t necessarily feel the need to explain anything at all.

We sometimes drive ourselves crazy with how our books will be "seen," when in fact we already know what they're about, and where our obsessions are. If we can spin those obsessions into fiction, then there's a decent chance they will be "fiction-worthy," as you call it. The idea of the "sweep of ideas" is a complicated one.

Both my mother and I have close groups of friends that include other writers, and these friendships are very important to us.