Books mean all possibilities. They mean moving out of yourself, losing yourself, dying of thirst and living to your full. They mean everything.

Words are like untying a corset - you can move into this great space with them.

Google is so strange. It promises everything, but everything isn’t there. You type in the words for what you need, and what you need becomes superfluous in an instant, shadowed instantaneously by the things you really need, and none of them answerable by Google.

But everything written has style. The list of ingredients on the side of a cornflakes box has style. And everything literary has literary style. And style is integral to a work. How something is told correlates with - more - makes what's being told. A story is its style.

A good argument, like a good dialogue, is always a proof of life, but I'd much rather go and read a book.

The head has its confines. The head’s got those all right, and the heart. The heart has its reasons.

All we are is eyes looking for the unbroken or the edges where the broken bits might fit each other.