You live in a tower that soars to heaven and goes unpunished by God.

It was only when I found myself writing things I didn't realise I knew that I said, 'I'm a writer now.'

Ecology is boring for the same reason that destruction is fun.

A writer takes earnest measures to secure his solitude and then finds endless ways to squander it.

The greater the scientific advance, the more primitive the fear.

It was the time of year, the time of day, for a small insistent sadness to pass into the texture of things. Dusk, silence, iron chill. Something lonely in the bone.

There is a world inside the world.