I see the author as the person who has written; the writer, the one involved in the process of writing. And they're not necessarily friends. The writer is the one I want to reinforce; the author would just feed on the reviews - so I'm in favour of starving him.

Surely: the adverb of a man without an argument.

I think that some laughter comes from escaped horror, doesn't it?

Detachment is what interests me, seeing how people couldn't have been any other way, how they were the product of forces that they had no control over.

I see the author as the person who has written; the writer, the one involved in the process of writing. And they're not necessarily friends. The writer is the one I want to reinforce; the author would just feed on the reviews - so I'm in favour of starving him.

The Booker 2011 is of no more interest to me than the world heavyweight championship, which I'm not going to win either. It's irrelevant.

It seems people spend the majority of their lives believing they're dying, with the only consolation being that at one point they get to be right.