Some tiny creature, mad with wrath, is coming nearer on the path.

Explaining something makes it go away, so to speak; what's important is left after you have explained everything else.

I thought I'd be a librarian until I met some crazy ones.

Some tiny creature, mad with wrath, is coming nearer on the path.

My mission in life is to make everybody as uneasy as possible. I think we should all be as uneasy as possible, because that's what the world is like.

Having got into bed and turned out the light, I quietly burst into tears because I am not a good person. As they came and went for some minutes, I was concerned with the words following 'because' in the previous sentence, rewriting them over and over in my head until they seemed to be as close to the truth as it was possible for me to make them.

I really think I write about everyday life. I don't think I'm quite as odd as others say I am. Life is intrinsically, well, boring and dangerous at the same time. At any given moment the floor may open up. Of course, it almost never does; that's what makes it so boring.