On a good day I write, all day.

That soldiers do terrible things during wartime should not surprise us.

Everything we do, I'd imagine, influences everything we will do.

By the time I'm nine I know the world is a dangerous place. I've heard whispers about razorblades in apples, about Charlie Manson and his family. But no one is offering any clear information.

There is a physics to the world, which non-fiction has a contract to stand in awe of, otherwise it becomes completely self-centered and ego-driven, which is the death of a memoir.

Some part of me knew he would show up, that if I stood in one place long enough he would find me, like you're taught to do when you're lost. But they never taught us what to do if both of you are lost, and you both end up in the same place, waiting.

If you're going to write about someone's life, you don't just use them for wallpaper. You have to honor and respect that life.