I feel like someone after a deluge being asked to describe the way it was before the flood while I'm still plucking seaweed out of my hair.

The characters write the plot. Their natures do.

It’s a rare reader who doesn’t go to the novel looking for a kind of encouragement to live.

I must love big novels, because that's what I've written. It takes a while before you begin to breathe the air the characters breathe.

I feel like someone after a deluge being asked to describe the way it was before the flood while I'm still plucking seaweed out of my hair.

Small breasts are best for the long haul.

It was a standard fantasy when you fell in love to imagine you could go back in time and find your beloved growing up, appear there, save him or her, get together as adolescents, by magic, and go on together, fighting for one another, into old age, never wavering.