If the book is a mystery to its author as she's writing, inevitably it's going to be a mystery to the reader as he or she reads it.

I scowled at the world. And the world scowled back. We were locked in a stare of mutual disgust.

The more freedom I allow myself as a writer to wander, become lost and go into uncertain territory - and I am always trying to go to the more awkward place, the more difficult place - the more frightening it is, because I have no plan.

There was no one to call me to bed, no one to demand that the rhythms of my life operate in a duet.

...larger than life...I've never understood that expression. What's larger than life?

And so he did the hardest thing he’d ever done in his life: he picked up his hat and walked away.

Life in general in my experience gets deeper and deeper, more and more profound, more and more complex, the older one gets.