There are two categories of writers, it could be said: The author who is just a voice, and the one who is also creating a picture. I belong to the latter, because I have an acute visual sense.

Longing on a large scale makes history.

He speaks in your voice, American, and there's a shine in his eye that's halfway hopeful.

Stories are consoling, fiction is one of the consolation prizes for having lived in the world.

I am very unmusical. I can't carry a tune. I would never be able to play an instrument.

Mirrors and images. Or sex and love. These are two separate systems that we miserably try to link.

The force of a death should be enormous but how can you know what kind of man you've killed or who was the braver and stronger if you have to peer through layers of glass that deliver the image but obscure the meaning of the act? War has a conscience or it's ordinary murder.