Who was blowing on the nape of my neck?

When I think about it, I'm happily bewildered that people will preorder my books They'll preorder me. What a lucky guy!

Dreams are all I have ever truly owned.

For me, novels coalesce into being, rather than arrive fully formed.

Why fight the 'natural' (oh, weaselly word!) order of things? Why? Because of this--one fine day, a purely predatory world shall consume itself. In an individual, selfishness uglifies the soul; for the human species, selfishness is extinction.

If your words're true, they're armed.

Italians give their city sexes, and they all agree that the sex for a particular city is quite correct, but none of them can explain why. I love that. London's middle-aged and male, respectably married but secretly gay.