The fictive is an emormous territory it turns out, its boundaries vague, and there is little certainty about where it begins and ends.

A book is a collaboration between the one who reads and what is read and, at its best, that coming together is a love story like any other.

Memory is essential to who we are, and memories can be both implicit and explicit - unconscious and conscious.

Demonstration of mastery gives a feeling of power and that feeling of power is a good feeling.

I remember thinking how easy it is to speak in clichés, to steal a line from pulp fiction and let it fall. We can only hover around the inexpressible with our words anyway, and there is comfort in saying what we have heard before.

Pain is always emotional. Fear and depression keep constant company with chronic hurting.

Writing fiction is like remembering what never happened.