It doubles your perception, to write from the point of view of someone you're not.

There are betrayals in war that are childlike compared with our human betrayals during peace. The new lovers enter the habits of the other. Things are smashed, revealed in a new light. This is done with nervous or tender sentences, although the heart is an organ of fire.

I don't see novels ending with any real sense of closure.

It doubles your perception, to write from the point of view of someone you're not.

There always should be something hanging unfinished before a scene ends so that there's a reason for going to the next scene.

There is the hidden presence of others in us, even those we have known briefly. We contain them for the rest of our lives, at every border that we cross.

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