I'd defend the right for any novelist to experiment with form or language, but if people don't take to it, don't react by making out that they are thick.

I'd defend the right for any novelist to experiment with form or language, but if people don't take to it, don't react by making out that they are thick.

Twenty years is, after all, a long time. We are not the same people we were. Old friends, lovers, even family members: they are strangers who happen to wear a familiar face. We have no right to claim to know anyone after such a distance.

I am less interested in ghosts than in people who see ghosts.

Some people feed you with love.

Repression in the human psyche is tightly bundled. When it has been pulled out of the sprung package so often it is perhaps difficult to push it back in the box.

The blood in my veins is frozen but it sings of love.