In literature, the ghost is almost always a metaphor for the weight of the past. I don't believe in them in the traditional sense.

Time is a river...and books are boats. Many volumes start down that stream, only to be wrecked and lost beyond recall in its sands. Only a few, a very few, endure the testings of time and live to bless the ages following.

Writing is always a restorative process. It's like paddling a kayak. When you're writing, you can't do anything else. You're in the space you're in. So, in that way, it's enormously centering and restorative.

That cloak of love you were wearing—he’s torn it to shreds, undoing the seams of trust that held it together. How can you ever wear those shreds?

My wife, the past couple of days, has just had this incredible weight on her chest. And it has been overwhelming to her and coming down here and seeing everyone and the support that we have and knowing what everyone is trying to do is absolutely bolstering our spirits. And we know that it is because of this that we are going to pull through it.

Most people don't understand that being in the public eye is emotionally exhausting. It takes a lot out of you.