Every industry is going to be affected (by the aging population). This creates tremendous opportunities and tremendous challenges.

... the wing of a fly is proof enough of the existence of God for me.

If smallness was fortune, then I had come across a treasure, infinitesimal and beyond value. I felt lucky. You had to decide what was estimable and precious in your life and set out to find it. The objects you valued defined you.

I wrote to explain my own life to myself, stories are the vessels I use to interpret the world to myself.

I could bear the memory, but I could not bear the music that made the memory such a killing thing.

It enclosed us in its laceries as we watched the moon spill across the Atlantic like wine from an overturned glass. With the light all around us, we felt secret in that moon-infused water like pearls forming in the soft tissues of oysters.

A story is a living thing, it moves and shifts.