I've been accused of being very vain about my apathy.

The images I had were of people being driven mad by living in the city. Images of parents who were so hungry and unfulfilled that they ate their own children.

I want to take you away from this," I say, motioning around the kitchen, spastic. "From sushi and elves and... STUFF.

Writing fiction is an act of imagination and fantasizing, and it's not relating in prose what you've been doing for the last two or three years.

When the going gets tough, the tough go drinking.

Every book for me is an exorcism in some way or another, working through my feelings at the time.

I don't know why I write what I write.