At a Boston signing, someone from the audience asked why I was so obsessed with furniture in my books. The question rattled around in my head. I had no idea that I was obsessed with furniture.
There's almost always a point in a book where something happens that triggers the rest of the plot.
May this house stand until an ant drinks the ocean and a tortoise circles the world.
Most men, no matter how well or badly dressed, carry overstuffed, beat up wallets that should have been replaced years ago. Why is that? Every time I see a guy take out a wallet anywhere, it looks like a piece of old melted chocolate cake-with strings.
I have never heard anyone say This is it. I know right now is the high point of my life. It will never get any better. Only in retrospect do we recognize the best times and of course then it is too late.
Krakow is one of my favorite places on earth. It is a medieval city full of young people. A wonderful, striking combination.