What if I travel so far away in my dreams that I can't get back in time to wake up?

You never know who it's going to be, or what they'll bring, but whatever it is, it's always exactly what is needed.

My mind is like a gyre and odd juxtapositions happen.

The important thing was that we were being polite and not saying all the things that were making us unhappy, which was the only way we knew how to love each other.

She missed the built environment of New York City. It was only in an urban landscape, amid straight lines and architecture, that she could situate herself in human time and history. She missed people. She missed human intrigue, drama and power struggles. She needed her own species, not to talk to, necessarily, but just to be among, as a bystander in a crowd or an anonymous witness.

When Im writing a novel, which is what I like to write, I get up early, sit zazen, make a pot of green tea. I wear wrist cuffs to keep my wrists warm and minimize irritation from extended contact with the surface of my desk. I sit down and write.

Fiction is an elemental force, which has the power to shape reality in its own image - or images, I should say - because reality, like light, exists not only as a single point or particle, but also as an array of possibilities.