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.

I wanted to incorporate everything, understand everything, because time is cruel and nothing stays the same.

Literature is humanity talking to itself.

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.

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.