What some people interpret as brooding melancholy is serenity. I don't feel required to grasp all the time.

He didn't like very many people any more, or very many things either. He preferred not to be this way, but there it was, he was like that. His cynicism, a veteran's cynicism, was a thing that disturbed him all the time.

My book is traditional. It runs counter to the post-modern spirit.

There's a certain nostalgia and romance in a place you left.

What sustains me is to be with my family and to write.

He decided then that he would love her forever no matter what came to pass. It was not so much a matter of deciding as accepting the inevitability of it. It made him feel better, though he felt perturbed, too, worried that this kiss was wrong. But from his point of view, at fourteen years old, their love was entirely unavoidable. It had started on the day they'd clung to his glass box and kissed in the sea, and now it must go on forever. He felt certain of this.

Fiction is socially meaningful.