For me, Art is the restoration of order. It may discuss all sort of terrible things, but there must be satisfaction at the end. A little bit of hunger, but also satisfaction.

When a child walks in the room, your child or anybody else’s child, do your eyes light up? That’s what they’re looking for.

Sometimes what I write on the page frightens me, so I feel free when I write, but I don't feel safe.

I sometimes lose interest in the characters and get much more interested in the trees and animals.

Anger... it's a paralyzing emotion... you can't get anything done.

Not knowing it was hard; knowing it was harder

There's a contract that I make between myself, the author, and the reader. I have to figure out how to give the reader certain powers of recognition, or his own knowledge, his own feelings, but I provide them, so we're working together.