Category: lit


“I’m like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.”

Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot


“I have been loving you a little more every minute since this morning.”

Victor Hugo, Les Misérables


“You hate him for what he did, but you miss him.”

Rachel Hawkins, Hex Hall


“I’m with you. No matter what else you have in your head I’m with you and I love you.”

Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden


“How do you ever know for certain that you are doing the right thing?”

Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

You’ve blotted the rich form of desire f…

You’ve blotted the rich form of desire from my life and left me only some vaguely eccentric behaviors that have grown up to integrate so much pleasure into the mundane world around me. What text could I write now? It’s as though I cannot even remember what I once desired. All I can look for now, when I have the energy, is lost desire itself — and I look for it by clearly inadequate means. At best such an account as I might write would read like the life of anyone else, with, now and again, a bizarre and interruptive incident, largely mysterious and completely demystified — at least that’s what it has become without the day-to-day, moment-to-moment web of wanting that you have unstrung from about my universe. Without it, all falls apart. In a single gesture you’ve turned me into the most ordinary of human creatures and at once left me an obsessive, pleasureless eccentric, trapped in a set of habits which no longer have reason because they no longer lead to reward. And if I had enough self-confidence, in the midst of this bland continual chaos into which you’ve shunted me, for hate, I should hate you. But I don’t have it.


“Who can remember pain once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see.”

Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale


“Even the silence
has a story to tell you.
Just listen. Listen.”

Jacqueline Woodson, Brown Girl Dreaming


“I just…feel like I need to save everyone. To redeem myself.”

James Dashner, The Maze Runner

When I started to work on my first book, The B…

When I started to work on my first book, The Balcony, I took down the painting that had been hanging on the wall by my desk and replaced it with a taped photocopy of Judy Dater’s 1974 photograph ‘Imogen and Twinka at Yosemite.’…By the time I finished the full manuscript, that lone piece of paper had been joined by many others: handwritten notes, a chapter outline, drawings of vegetables that grew in one character’s garden, a map of a forest like the one another character walked through, brochures and newspaper clippings, an evocative movie ticket. Currently, I’m doing the same for another book project. Slowly, a new world is colonizing the wall, finding its own logic, becoming its own reality. On days when I feel stuck or overwhelmed, I turn from my desk and look.