When I awoke I was laying on the floor in a darkened room. The rope, like the very core of myself, had turned from snow white to a hot, unfamiliar red.

I let myself play in an unbounded world of creations on the glorious written page whenever I desire.

I don't want to have to save your life, ' Chord says softly. 'Not when you can do it.

I always find that there is a real communication between voice and violin.

I always trust my gut reaction it's always right.

The definition of definition is at bottom just what the maxim of pragmatism expresses.

That’s the American Dream: to make your life into something you can sell.

This is every writer's nightmare - the sudden breakdown of meaning in the language that sustains and supports us.

Said of her husband on the day their divorce became final: Oh, don't worry about Alan. . . . Alan will always land on somebody's feet.

I played cello in my high school orchestra.

Fiction that does not acknowledge this at least tacitly is not true.