Back then, when everybody thought the world would last forever, nobody had time for anything.

Back then, when everybody thought the world would last forever, nobody had time for anything.

If anything, he seemed a little lonely, all too ready to open his heart at the slightest sign of interst.

Jill felt an emptiness open inside of her as she lifted her arm, a sense that something vital was being subtracted from her life. It was always like that when somebody you cared about went away, even when you knew it was inevitable, and it probably wasn't your fault.

Sooner or later we all lose our loved ones. We all have to suffer, every last one of us.

I used to describe myself as a comic novelist, but my concerns seem to have darkened over the past few years.

I think I was always writing books that had very clear scenic structures. I do tend to write in scenes. I do tend to have a fair amount of dialogue. And I do tend to use stories that don't sprawl all over the place, that have a very sharp focus in terms of how they unfold in time.