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.

There were many things they simply didn't talk about: between them, silence was not so much a form of evasion as a way for solitary people to exist in a family.

Every year, the memories I have of my father become more faint, unclear, and distant. once they were vivid and true, then they became like photographs, and now they are more like photographs of photographs.

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.

It's one of those unforgettable moments that happen as a child, when you discover that all along the world has been betraying you.

An average of seventy-four species become extinct every day, which was one good reason but not the only one to hold someone's hand.

One is always changing. I don't want to write the same book and I couldn't, because I'm a different person.