Not writing would be like going the rest of your life without having dreams.

...it was more like bleeding than crying.

I never have a thematic intention at the outset. The story informs the theme for me rather than the other way around. But as it happens... this is, at least to a degree, about getting old and the rapid passage of our lives.

Our memories have voices, too. Often sad ones that clamor like raised arms in the dark.

Whenever I publish a book, I feel like a trapper caught by the Iroquois. They're all lined up with Tomahawks, and the idea is to run through with your head down, and everybody gets to take a swing. They hit you in the head, the back, the ass, and the balls.

In small towns people scent the wind with noses of uncommon keenness.

The most important things are the hardest to say