In 25 years of writing novels, I've never had anything that felt like writer's block.

My dream has always been to suspend myself in space when I write, and lying horizontal in bed is the closest to doing that.

I used to work for 12 or 14 hours at a time but the digital age has made such happy immersions almost impossible.

The web: yet another total disorientation that becomes status quo without anyone realizing it.

The Midwest is such a tabula rasa.

Maybe happiness is like a virus. Maybe it's one of those bugs that sits for a long time, so we don't even know that we are infected.

I'd like, each time out as a writer, to reinvent who I am and what I'm doing. That's one of the great pleasures and rewards of the occupation.