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I don't know, maybe I just wanted to be alone. Maybe I just didn't want to be social because antisocial people have a whole lot less to lose.

But my biggest worry was that he would

We may talk a good game and write even better ones, but we never outgrow those small wounded things we were when we were five and six and seven.

In America, Walt Disney opened an amusement park.
And in Florence, someone was savaging the remnants of a Tuscan nobleman's family.

I loved all ghost stories. So I guess it was only a matter of time before I wrote one.

Lie. Put down on paper the most interesting lies you can imagine ... and then make them plausible.

She didn't care so much whether the world would ever forgive her people; but she did hope that someday, somehow, she would be able to forgive herself.

On a regular basis if you're trying to produce something, I think you should work every day and set achievable goals.

Food is a gift and should be treated reverentially
romanced and ritualized and seasoned with memory.

She would hear the verbal balancing act: urgency mixed like gin amid the tonic of consideration.

We have on earth exactly the amount of time that has been allotted to us, no more and no less. We really have precious little control.

And when something wasn't working, you changed it. Breakdowns lead to breakthroughs.

But it's funny how the memory works and how sometimes we just belive whatever we want.

That might just mean that I had nothing better to do

Boys look at us like we look at horses: color, height, eyes. tail. They can't help but have preferences.

months earlier with Kristin,

There is a lot of my childhood in 'The Sandcastle Girls.'

He defined himself almost wholly in the negative: It was not who he was, it was who he was not.

She talks and talks because whenever she is silent she finds herself looking at him and her breath grows a little short.

My grandparents, like many genocide survivors, took most of their stories to their graves.

No one said living isn't a pretty chancy business, Sibyl. No one gets out of here alive.

They studied the way the world
changed at morning and dusk and imagined how the sun might fall on the skin of a goddess.

Life is filled with small moments that seem prosaic until one has the distance to look back and see the chain of large moments they unleashed.

I love it when the snowflakes are flying like butterflies.

Stories, after all, are merely memories given a certain tangibility with words, and it only takes a few words to subsume a memory completely.

Some are just businessmen.

We were too young- and the ground too muddy- for our small part of the earth to move.

I need complete silence when I write.

Did you know that a lot of Emily Dickinson's poems can be sung to the theme from Gilligan's Island? Not kidding, this is totally legit.

Fletcher Free Library. (Supposedly,

I'm not sure I can think of anything sadder than a homeless person with a homeless dog.

My dad and Patricia viewed my decision to become a vegetarian largely in terms of the way it seemed to complicate their dinner menus.

As a species, we're either very resilient or super callous. I don't know which.

I have lived with magic and without magic, and I can tell you with certainty that a life with magic is better ...

Nothing
and I mean nothing, Carly Banks
is crazy if you're in love.

We always have choices. Isn't that what Dante teaches us?

Now, the separation between depression and suicide is more crevasse than chasm.

My wife and I would be very comfortable having a baby at home or using one of the terrific nurse-midwives at the hospital.

Welcomes seclusion. Not precisely antisocial, but reclusive.

A single, ordinary person still can make a difference - and single, ordinary people are doing precisely that every day.

And though some days it is very hard, I try not to live for the future. And I try not to dream of the past.

It has helped me to understand more about who I am- the geography of my own soul.

Why a ghost story? Well, I love them. They're fun to read - and, yes, fun to write.

I kind of understood at a young age that I didn't play well with most other kids in the sandbox.

The dead were too ...present.

With age comes acumen. With experience comes insight.

I answer two or three letters a day. I'm just not the he-has-a-secretary kind of guy.

I live here in Vermont, in a village of barely a thousand people halfway up the state's third highest mountain.

When I was 13, my family moved from a suburb of New York City to Miami, Florida, and we moved there the Friday before Labor Day weekend.

He recalls what that first German soldier said to his major: No God-not yours or mine-approves of what you're doing.

When it seems you have nothing at all to live for, death is not especially frightening.

Even a magnificent city such as Florence becomes more intriguing if there is a demon at work in the alleys.