Time is how you spend your love.

I know to argue against our online lives seems like the argument of the grumpy, old Luddite novelist, but I really always try to make the argument from the perspective of personal pleasure.

World makers, social network makers, ask one question first: 'How can I do it?'

In the end, your past is not my past and your truth is not my truth and your solution - is not my solution.

It seems that if you put people on paper and move them through time, you cannot help but talk about ethics, because the ethical realm exists nowhere if not here: in the consequences of human actions as they unfold in time, and the multiple interpretive possibility of those actions.

I'm not sure if you're the person for me any more.

When I was young, I was very technical about these things. I didn't like to admit to any intimate relation with what I was writing.