There is a set of balances and rhythms to a novel that we can't experience in real life. So I think there is a sense in which fiction can rescue history from confusion.

Insanity's so personal. It's hard to know who shares our secrets.

There came a time in every prolonged effort when he had a moment of near panic, or 'terror in a lonely place', the original semantic content of the word. The lonely place was his own mind.

I hate my life. I'm at the point where I want to hear about other people's lives. it's like switching from fiction to biography.

Writing is a concentrated form of thinking.

The question of dying becomes a wise reminder. It cures us of our innocence of the future.

When birds look into houses, what impossible worlds they see.