“There are two kinds of houses in the neighborhood where I grew up-the ones where the parents stayed married, and the ones where they didn’t.”
“The house I grew up in is one of a kind. It’s a bibliophile’s fantasy, and if the Library of Congress had a little brother who was a midget, you could find him residing in my parents’ house.”
“I am always drawn back to places where I have lived, the houses and their neighborhoods.”
“Is there nowhere in an American house where one may be by one's self?”
“Sometimes home wasn't where you grew up. Home was where you were meant to be.”
“It took me a long time to realise that there are two kinds of writing: the one you write and the one that writes you. The one that writes you is dangerous. You go where you don’t want to go. You look where you don’t want to look.”