Married life requires shared mystery even when all the facts are known.

For, how else to seize such an instant? How to shout out into the empty air just the right words, and on cue? Frame a moment to last a lifetime?

I'm dyslexic. If you can reconcile yourself to not being able to burn through books, which you shouldn't any way, you can slow the whole process down. Then, because of my disability, there is more for me in imaginative literature than there is for other people.

Your life doesn't mean what you have or what you get. Its what your'e willing to give up.

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

And I think that in myself (and perhaps evident in what I write) fear of loss and the corresponding instinct to protect myself against loss are potent forces.

I wouldn't be a very good writer if someone hadn't taught me how to read.