You young people never say anything. And us old folks don't know how to stop talking.

There was no more good or evil in this world than we imagine there to be, either out of greed or out of innocence. Or sometimes madness.

I always felt that I was a writer, that was what I had to do.

I became a writer, a teller of tales, because otherwise I would have died... or worse.

Madmen always think it's the others who are mad.

I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walking, I wouldn't notice that the world I thought I knew was no longer there.

We seem to live in a world where forgetting and oblivion are an industry in themselves and very, very few people are remotely interested or aware of their own recent history, much less their neighbors'. I tend to think we are what we remember, what we know. The less we remember, the less we know about ourselves, the less we are. (Interview with Three Monkeys Online, October 2008)