I didn't read a serious book until I was 19.

I know you can dream your way through an otherwise fine life, and never wake up, which is what I almost did.

She was an artist. She held opposites in her mind.

Finally I do like best of all stories whose necessity is in the implied recognition that someplace out there there exists an urgency-a chaos-, an insanity, a misrule of some dire sort which can end life as we know it but for the fact that this very story is written, this order found, this style determined, the worst averted, and we are beneficiaries of that order by being readers

Happiness for me is getting to write about the most important things I know.

I get very involved in the internal logic of sentences.

At the exact moment any decision seems to be being made, it's usually long after the real decision was actually made--like light we see emitted from stars.