For those seeking meaning in what overflows.
Between masks and battles, I write to process my intensity. I long for invisibility on the page — as an effort for the story to be more real than myself.
This is the great triumph of the novelist’s craft: to achieve invisibility, to be so effective in the construction of the story — endowing it with color, drama, subtlety, beauty, and power of suggestion — that no reader is even aware of the writer's existence. Under the spell of such skill, the reader doesn't have the feeling that he is reading, but that he is living a fiction that has succeeded, for a moment at least, in supplanting life.