They had nothing to say to each other. A five-year age gap between siblings is like a garden that needs constant attention. Even three months apart allows the weeds to grow up between you.

Those beliefs about the essential goodness or beauty of the world are fundamentally paper-thin bullshit. There's not an essential belief that isn't a contingent belief. It could all be destroyed in a second, at any second. And I have an issue with that.

We cannot be all the writers all the time. We can only be who we are. Which leads me to my second point: writers do not write what they want, they write what they can.

I cannot believe homosexuality is that much fun. Heterosexuality certainly is not.

Every moment happens twice: inside and outside, and they are two different histories.

Writing is my way of expressing - and thereby eliminating - all the various ways we can be wrong-headed.

...They cannot escape their history any more than you yourself can lose your shadow.