Right now, I have no idea what I will write or if I will write again.

What is interesting and important happens mostly in secret, in places where there is no power.

She moved from being a young woman into having the angular look of a queen, someone who has made her face with her desire to be a certain kind of person. He still likes that about her. Her smartness, the fact that she did not inherit that look or that beauty, but it was something searched for and that it will always reflect a present stage of her character.

She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape.

I promised to tell you how one falls in love.

The last three books are much more a case of a moment of history, what happened almost by accident or coincidence, like being in the same elevator or lifeboat.

It's a discovery of a story when I write a book, a case of inching ahead on each page and discovering what's beyond in the darkness, beyond where you're writing.