It is interesting ... how weapons reflect the soul of the maker.

Even when you self-destruct, you want to fail more, lose more, die more than others, stink more than others.

I've always felt that my subject was living in dangerous times.

That's what in theory differentiates a writer from everyone else. You see and hear more clearly.

The figure of the gunman in the window was inextricable from the victim and his history. This sustained Oswald in his cell. It gave him what he needed to live. The more time he spent in a cell, the stronger he would get. Everybody knew who he was now.

The less there was to see, the harder he looked, the more he saw. (Point Omega)

In my experience, writing a novel tends to create its own structure, its own demands, its own language, its own ending. So for much of the period in which I'm writing, I'm waiting to understand what's going to happen next, and how and where it's going to happen. In some cases, fairly early in the process, I do know how a book will end. But most of the time, not at all, and in this particular case, many questions are still unanswered, even though I've been working for months.