I don't think I could write about someone I didn't feel some sympathy for.

Whenever I pick up a book I think, "Tell me something I don't know."

Endings are never neat, because when life goes on, there is no end. You may want to speculate about what the characters get up to afterwards, but I feel it would be presumptuous of me to dictate that.

Clearly the secret of happiness...is a variation on the general principle of banging your head against a wall, and then stopping.

I definitely do feel a pull toward people and places that are far from my own life.

...it just goes to show you can't leave anything behind. You bring it all with you, whether you want to or not.

I don't think I could write about someone I didn't feel some sympathy for.