'The Lake of Dreams' grew gradually, over many years, elements and ideas accruing until they gained enough critical mass to become a novel.
You don't want to engage in road rage when the person in the next car might be your child's future teacher or your dentist's father.
His love for her was so deeply woven with resentment that he could not untangle the two.
Many Lexington natives believe they live in a special place, one impossible to leave. I'm not so sure about that - or it's more accurate to say I think a more general truth exists beneath it: the plac...
On an impulse he went into the room and stood before the window, pushing aside the sheer curtain to watch the snow, now nearly eight inches high on the lampposts and the fences and the roofs. It was t...
Photography is all about secrets. The secrets we all have and will never tell.
After all these years, I feel so free. Who knows where I might fly?
What would happen, they conjectured, if they simply went on assuming their children would do Perhaps not quickly. Perhaps not by the book. But what if they simply erased those growth and development...
It seemed there was no end at all to the lies a person could tell, once she got started.
The thing is, I used to like that: feeling special because I knew something no one else did. It's a kind of power, isn't it, knowing a secret? But lately I don't like it so much, knowing this. It's no...
You don't know when you are immersed in a book what the reaction to it will be, but I feel great about 'The Lake of Dreams.'
My first job was in a nursing home - a terrible place in retrospect. It was in an old house, and the residents were so lonely. People rarely visited them. I only stayed there a couple of months, but i...
Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm.
You can't spend the rest of your life tiptoeing around to try and avert disaster. It won't work. You'll just end up missing the life you have.
You missed a lot of heartache, sure. But David, you missed a lot of joy.
He carried Paul inside and up the stairs. He gave him a drink of water and the orange chewable aspirin he like and sat with him on the bed, holding his hand...This was what he yearned to capture on fi...
He'd kept this silence because his own secrets were darker, more hidden, and because he believed that his secrets had created hers.
A moment might be a thousand different things.
She imagined herself as some sort of vessel to be filled up with love. But it wasn't like that. The love was within her all the time, and its only renewal came from giving it away.
I lived for two years in Odawara, a castle town an hour outside of Tokyo, near the sea. It's a beautiful place, and I drew on my experiences there when writing 'The Lake of Dreams.'
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