Succotash My Balzac, Dipshiitake.

There Is Nothing Wrong With Compromising. Even If You Compromise Almost Everything.

As A Writer, Putting Words On The Page Is How I Pay Attention.

The Bruises Go Away, And So Does How You Hate, And So Does The Feeling That Everything You Receive From Life Is Something You Have Earned.

I Started Carrying Blank Books Like This One Around, Which I Would Fill With All The Things I Couldn't Say.

There Are Two Kinds Of Sculptures. There's The Kind That Subtracts: Michelangelo Starts With A Block Of Marble And Chips Away. And Then There Is The Kind That Adds, Building With Clay, Piling It On. The Way I Write Novels Is To Keep Piling On And Piling On And Piling On.