I once heard Colson Whitehead say that he liked to write fiction because he liked to make things up, and it occured to me that I hate to make things up. Or maybe I like to make things up, but I hate the feeling that I'm making something up. Until something I've written has the status of memory to me, it's just not in any way finished. It has to feel as though a totality that was hidden from me is being revealed. The whole thing has to all work at once.
- Deborah Eisenberg, utdrag fra intervju i The Paris Review 204, Spring 2013