I like people who possess either deep mastery or deep empathy, but not as much as I like those who possess both.

Those who claim to write about something larger and more significant than the self sometimes fail to comprehend the dimensions of self.

The catalog of emotion that disappears when someone dies, and the degree to which we rely on a few people to record something of what life was to them, is almost too much to bear.

If you think something's happened quickly, you're looking at only a part of it.

If I'm not writing a thing, depression might be looming.

Time punishes us by taking everything, but it also saves us - by taking everything

I don't write toward a genre, and I try not to make claim to a genre after a book is published. That said, The Guardians isn't poetry. It's prose.