My Memory Loves You… It Asks About

At A Boston Signing, Someone From The Audience Asked Why I Was So Obsessed With Furniture In My Books. The Question Rattled Around In My Head. I Had No Idea That I Was Obsessed With Furniture.

Reading A Book, For Me At Least, Is Like Traveling In Someone Else's World. If It's A Good Book, Then You Feel Comfortable And Yet Anxious To See What's Going To Happen To You There, What'll Be Around The Next Corner. But If It's A Lousy Book, Then It's Like Going Through Secaucus, New Jersey -- It Smells And You Wish You Weren't There, But Since You've Started The Trip, You Roll Up The Windows And Breathe Through Your Mouth Until You're Done.

The First Great Real Intimacy Between Two People Begins When Secrets Are Told.

Just Write About What Bites You And Damn The Rest.

Its Easy To Lose Sight Of What You Want When You Think You Want Everything.