Occupation: Author
An editor is like a professional reader, and as I became a better reader, I also became a better writer..
How much sweeter life would be if it all happened in reverse, if, after decades of disappointments, you finally arrived at an age when you had conced….
I kept quiet, but the knowledge gathered like a storm. I could see the future: My father wasn't coming back. And this one fact seemed to point to oth….
To be a good editor or a good writer, I think you really need to be a great reader first..
Working as an editor was like being a professional reader, and the better I became at reading the better I became at writing..
I feel like writing a book there's always a version in your head that's an amazing version, but then you write the version that you can write..
Sometimes death is proof of life. Sometimes decay points out a certain verve..
Nothing has happened to me out of the closet that was anywhere near as dangerous as being closeted..
Sometimes the saddest stories take the fewest words..
My sentences got sharper and my stories more efficient, and I gradually learned to imagine the reader more clearly and to empathize with that imagine….
I first started writing fiction in college because I was attracted to beautiful sentences. I loved to read them. I wanted to write them..
I'm an only child, and I think one of the sweet things about that is that my parents are really interested in every aspect of my life..
Just like all great stories, our fears focus our attention on a question that is as important in life as it is in literature: What will happen next?.
Sometimes I think I might not have written 'The Age of Miracles' if I hadn't grown up in California, if I hadn't been exposed to its very particular ….
Fear is ... a kind of unintentional storytelling that we are all born knowing how to do..
This was middle school, the age of miracles, the time when kids shot up three inches over the summer, when breasts bloomed from nothing, when voices ….
I really believe that fiction functions best when stories are allowed to develop in an organic way, so I didn't set out to deliver a specific message..
My goal was just to tell the unlikely story in a way that would feel as convincing as possible..
I can write all the way through the morning, when my mind is clear, and there are no distractions..
Who knows how fast a second-guess can travel? Who has ever measured the exact speed of regret?.
I guess it never is what you worry over that comes to pass in the end. The real catastrophes are always different—unimagined, unprepared for, unknown..