Then he almost but didn't say the two sentence he'd been meaning to say for years: part of me is made of glass, and also, I love you

To walk into a modern-day bookstore is a little bit like studying a single photograph out of the infinite number of photographs that cold be taken of the world: It offers the reader a frame.

The idea that we've outgrown ends up limiting us and we have to make a choice about what we're going to do in our lives.

Getting a book published made me feel a little bit sad... I felt driven by the need to write a book, rather than the need to write. I needed to figure out what was important to me as a writer.

We move through the day like two hands of a clock: sometimes we overlap for a moment, then come apart again, carrying on alone. Everyday exactly the same: the tea, the burnt toast, the crumbs, the silence.

I do realize that the reader needs some form of resolution. Sometimes I think of it almost like writing a musical score where things have to harmonize and certain lines have to come to a close.

I take almost no notes when I write. I have one notebook - this old green leather notebook that my dad gave me a decade ago.