People who experience themselves as authentic are also experiencing themselves as myth, but that's not the narrative they're going with.

I don't really see art as structured by logic.

I didn't think of the narrative as making a judgment. It didn't occur to me the reader would either, but that doesn't mean it isn't possible there would be that risk.

At a certain age just being around particular people is an event.

I begin a book with imagery, more than I do with an idea or a character. Some kind of poetic image.

A funny thing about women and machines: the combination made men curious.

Lovers offered only what they offered and nothing more, and what they offered came with provisos: believe what you want and don't look carefully at what isn't acceptable to you.