Memory changes as a person matures.

under our love making I felt a bleakness that couldnt be dispelled. The sadness was in both of us, and I think we pitied ourselves that night, as if we were other people looking down on the couple who lay together on the bed

After years of having immersed myself in science, I do think that if you master several different ways of thinking, it makes your own thought processes more agile.

Writing fiction is like remembering what never happened.

Great books are the ones that are urgent, life-changing, the ones that crack open the reader’s skull and heart.

Bedtime rituals for children ease the way to the elsewhere of slumber - teeth brushing and pajamas, the voice of a parent reading, the feel and smell of the old blanket or toy, the nightlight glowing in a corner.

Not telling is just as interesting as telling I have found. Why speech, that short verbal journey from inside to outside can be excrutiating under certain circumstances is fascinating.