you got two feet, Sethe, not four." he said, and right then a forest sprang up between them; tactless and quiet.

There is really nothing more to say - except why. But since why is difficult to handle, one must take refuge in how.

Sunk in the grass of an empty lot on a spring Saturday, I split the stems of milkweed and thought about ants and peach pits and death and where the world went when I closed my eyes.

I like marriage. The idea.

Intimacy is extremely important to me and I want it to be extremely important to the readers.

There in the center of that silence was not eternity but the death of time and a loneliness so profound the word itself had no meaning.

So this is what insanity is. Not goofy behavior, but watching a sudden change in the world you used to know.