For echo is the soul of the voice exciting itself in hollow places.

When I read biographies, I skip the first thirty pages about the childhood because it doesn't seem interesting to me.

He walked out of the hospital into the sun, into open air for the first time in months, out of the green-lit rooms that lay like glass in his mind. He stood there breathing everything in, the hurry of everyone. First, he thought, I need shoes with rubber on the bottom. I need gelato.

But we were interested in how our lives could mean something to the past. We sailed into the past.

I'm a Canadian citizen. But I always want to feel at home in Sri Lanka. I'm a member of both countries.

That's one of the great sadnesses of any life - knowing what you know now and then remembering what you did not know then.

There's a lot of thievery involved in writing. You're breaking into other people's spaces and other people's stories.