Books are acts of composition: you compose them. You make music: the music is called fiction.

In fiction, you know, there are no borders. You can go anywhere.

I compose and he doesn't compose. I cannot admire the composition of his music, only a few songs are good.

Somewhere along the line the rhythms and tonalities of music elided in my brain with the sounds that words make and the rhythm that sentences have.

The nature of good fiction is that it dwells in ambiguity.

There is no longer any such thing as fiction or nonfiction; there's only narrative.