To say that I enjoyed writing... is like saying I enjoy having fingers and toes. It's difficult to imagine life without them..

Knowing where you come from is one thing, but it's suicide to stay there..

Mystery is not the absence of meaning, but the presence of more meaning than we can comprehend..

At the heart of the impulse to tell stories is a mystery so profound..

An exacting account of the processes by which things fall apart. The scope is breathtaking...the clarity and lyricism of the writing itself left me w….