I don't really have those kinds of intentions when I write a scene. I try to follow the internal logic of the fiction, rather than make an argument or an assertion.

I guess I'm not really fond of just chit-chatting. I want to learn something and have an experience.

I was doing that thing the infatuated do, stitching destiny onto the person we want stitched to us.

Authenticity is too big a subject to just toss in with the question about the photographs!

I don't regard the real and true and authentic as something to claim as a moral high ground.

At home, I dedicate occasional whole days to reading as if I’m a convalescent. The ideal place for this is the bath, where the body floats free. Books go a little wavy, but they’re mine, so who cares.

It's amazing how life conspires to set you up with what you need.