I Always Worried Someone Would Notice Me,

Before And After... I Heard A Thousand Times That A Boy, Or A Man, Can't Make You Happy, That You Have To Be Happy On Your Own Before You Can Be Happy With Another Person. All I Can Say Is, I Wish It Were True.

I Don't Think That I Would Ever, While Writing, Think To Myself, "i Need A Little More Psychological Realism."

People Who Think My Books Are Autobiographical, Which They're Not, Credit Me With Having A Much Better Memory Than I Do. I Do, However, Have A Powerful Imagination

After I’d Told Her – The Mall, The Taxi, Cross Stroking My Hair – She Said, ‘did He Kiss You?’ ‘john And Martin Totally Would Have Seen That,’ I Said, And As I Felt Myself Implying The Circumstances Had Prevented Our Kissing, I Thought Maybe This Was Why You Told Stories To Other People – For How Their Possibilities Enlarged In The Retelling.

Even More Than Getting Compliments On Social Media, What I Love Is When Some Random Stranger Says Something Very Funny Or Insightful About My Books, Often In 140 Characters Or Less! It's A Very Casual, Low-stakes, Non-burdensome Way Of Connecting That I Think Is Fun For Both The Writer And The Reader. And There Are A Lot Of Clever People Out There Who Have No Connection To Publishing.