Freud is finished, Einstein's next.
I don't want to do the type of writing where I recite biography, parentage and education. I want to rise up from the words on the page and do something, hurt someone.
When he died he would not end. The world would end.
The more things I threw away, the more I found.
I've never made an outline for any novel that I've written. Never.
When I work, I'm just translating the world around me in what seems to be straightforward terms. For my readers, this is sometimes a vision that's not familiar. But I'm not trying to manipulate reality. This is just what I see and hear.