I rarely ever put my head above the rampart and see where this big lumbering behemoth called 'global literature' is going.

If swans weren't real myths'd make up.

My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?

Two people who are a little bit deluded in each other's favour. That's what love is, isn't it?

Whoever opined "Money can't buy you happiness" obviously had far too much of the stuff.

Ive never had cocaine. I work in showbusiness and no one has ever offered me cocaine. Can you believe that? It makes me worry Im not always the life and soul of the party that I feel like in my head.

The uncreated and the dead exist solely in our actual and virtual pasts.