I stood looking down out of the window. The street seemed miles down. Suddenly I felt as if I'd flung myself out of the window. I could see myself lying on the pavement. Then I seemed to be standing by the body on the pavement. I was two people. Blood and brains were scattered everywhere. I knelt down and began licking up the blood and brains

There are no laws for the novel. There never have been, nor can there ever be.

I hate to sound clichéd, but I do see life as a journey. How else can you see it?

I am increasingly afflicted by vertigo where words mean nothing

I would not be at all surprised to find out . . . that the dimensions of buildings affect us in ways we don't guess.

You have to give up a great deal of life, your personal life, to be a writer.

Men are restless, adventurous. Women are conservative - despite what current ideology says.