I Grew Up In Seattle,

Everybody Has A World, And That World Is Completely Hidden Until We Begin To Inquire. As Soon As We Do, That Entire World Opens To Us And Yields Itself. And You See How Full And Complex It Is.

I'm Not An Urban Person.

It's A Brooding Melancholy That Haunts Me.

Fiction Is Socially Meaningful.

He Decided Then That He Would Love Her Forever No Matter What Came To Pass. It Was Not So Much A Matter Of Deciding As Accepting The Inevitability Of It. It Made Him Feel Better, Though He Felt Perturbed, Too, Worried That This Kiss Was Wrong. But From His Point Of View, At Fourteen Years Old, Their Love Was Entirely Unavoidable. It Had Started On The Day They'd Clung To His Glass Box And Kissed In The Sea, And Now It Must Go On Forever. He Felt Certain Of This.