I think there's something quite interesting about the almost tragic quality of a lot of overwrought prose, because it has a much more self-conscious awareness of its own failure to touch the real.

We should have just killed him, that's a lesson, don't get creative with revenge

Is it more childish and foolish to insist that there is a conspiracy or that there is not?

I like the idea of trying to write a book in every genre.

Personally I don't like it when writers become excessively proscriptive about the way that people read their books.

Art is something you choose to make... it's a bringing together of... of everything around you into something that makes you more human, more khepri, whatever. More of a person.

A sickly little smile grew and died on his mouth like a fungus.