The Rulers Of The Country

She Entered The Story Knowing She Would Emerge From It Feeling She Had Been Immersed In The Lives Of Others, In Plots That Stretched Back Twenty Years, Her Body Full Of Sentences And Moments, As If Awaking From Sleep With A Heaviness Caused By Unremembered Dreams.

I Often Need A Limited Space. It's Like Having A House To Roam Around In And Reinvent And Have Things To Happen In, Kind Of Like A French Farce. Doors Opening, Doors Closing, New People Arriving, And Disappearing, And So Forth.

Research Can Be A Big Clunker. It's Difficult To Know How You Can Make The Historical Light.

I Don't See Novels Ending With Any Real Sense Of Closure.

Love Is The Use One Makes Of Another.