A good piece of fiction, in my view, does not offer solutions. Good stories deal with our moral struggles, our uncertainties, our dreams, our blunders, our contradictions, our endless quest for understanding. Good stories do not resolve the mysteries of the human spirit but rather describe and expand up on those mysteries.

...his love was too much for him, he felt paralyzed, he wanted to sleep inside her lungs and breathe her blood and be smothered.

Men killed, and died, because they were embarrassed not to.

But the thing about remembering is that you don't forget.

Imagination, like reality, has its limits.

Fiction is the lie that helps us understand the truth.

Why do our politicians put warnings on cigarette packs and not on their own foreheads?