Memory is the space in which a thing happens for a second time.

But lost chances are as much a part of life as chances taken, and a story cannot dwell on what might have been.

There's love, and certainly children you care about more than yourself. But nevertheless, we're alone in our heads.

There are often references to childhood, but they're rarely the focus of the [my] novels.

As my friend George Oppen once said to me about getting old: what a strange thing to happen to a little boy.

All children are love children, he said, but only the best ones are ever called that.

I wrote Report from the Interior was that after I finished Winter Journal, I took a pause, and I realized there was more I wanted to say.