We commit our crimes at night and reveal ourselves in the high noon of studio lights.

There's a connection between the advances that are made in technology and the sense of primitive fear people develop in response to it.

We surrounded ourselves with smoke and loud noise. That's the way we chose to live. I'm prepared to defend it.

If an idea seems to find its way towards a stage setting, that's the direction I take. I don't know if I'm trying to achieve anything other than to follow an idea on to the page.

Fear is unnatural. Lightning and thunder are unnatural. Pain, death, reality, these are all unnatural. We can't bear these things as they are. We know too much. So we resort to repression, compromise and disguise. This is how we survive the universe. This is the natural language of the species.

Some nights I need to be held. Tonight I'm a listener. So nice to lie in rumpled sheets and listen. Cover me with words.

The novel is the dream release, the suspension of reality that history needs to escape its own brutal confinements.