And she sees that the moonlight is losing its orange glow. It has become buttery, and will soon turn to silver.

I tend to scare myself.

It's funny how close the past is, sometimes. Sometimes it seems as if you could almost reach out and touch it. Only who really wants to?

But there's one thing I'm sure about. An opening line should invite the reader to begin the story. It should say: Listen. Come in here. You want to know about this.

You know what talent is? The curse of expectation. As a kid you have to deal with that, beat it somehow. If you can write, you think God put you on earth to blow Shakespeare away. Or if you can paint, maybe you think--I did--that God put you on earth to blow your father away.

The muses are ghosts, and sometimes they come uninvited.

It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.