Biography

The words of our childhood became strangers to us- we couldn't use them in the same way and so we chose not to use them at all. Life demanded a new language.

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.

When I got older I decided I wanted to be a real writer. I tried to write about real things. I wanted to describe the world, because to live in an undescribed world was too lonely.

The windows in my bedroom face east and have no curtains, and to wake up into that light and a book is joy as I know it.

Everything is an old story, even what we think of as the "self" is just a narrative that our parents began telling when we were born, of which we take up authorship.