A bleak, black book, it engenders awe and despair. I have read it in its entirety 4 1/2 times, each time finding its resonance and beauty so great as to demand another reading. As I read, I found myself devastated by the thoroughness of the book's annihilating sensibility and revived by the beauty of its language, the complexity of its design, the melancholy, horror and stoic sympathy in its rendering of what we used to call the human condition.

A bleak, black book, it engenders awe and despair. I have read it in its entirety 4 1/2 times, each time finding its resonance and beauty so great as to demand another reading. As I read, I found myself devastated by the thoroughness of the book's annihilating sensibility and revived by the beauty of its language, the complexity of its design, the melancholy, horror and stoic sympathy in its rendering of what we used to call the human condition.

I thought I was going to be a math major. My parents were both accountants and wanted me to major in business. Math was our compromise.

I'm often a crier and many things make me cry. I come from a crying family - my mother cries, my grandma used to cry. It was never shameful to cry. My father never told me men don't cry.

I'm very against interviewers who do not have time to read the work, who accept jobs knowing that they don't have time to do the preparation.

If I want to have a conversation, I can't have a list of questions, because the second question on the list is going to interrupt the conversation.

People tell me I have the best job in the world, which is true, but I also work with some of the best people in the world.