I was recruited to teach 9-year-olds. I taught for two years.
If you make your living writing, and you can't write anything, it's over. It's very frightening.
I don't need to manufacture trauma in my life to be creative. I have a big enough reservoir of sadness or emotional trauma to last me.
I think I'm a focus for international attention.
I realize that nothing's as it seems.
For to sit in a room full of books, and remember the stories they told you, and to know precisely where each one is located and what was happening in your life at time or where you were when you first read it is the languid and distilled pleasure of the connoisseur.