The whole terrible fight occured in the area of imagination. That is the precise location of our battlefield. It is there, that we experience our victories and defeats.

Sometimes I wonder why I'm a novelist right now. There is no definite career reason why I became a writer. Something happened, and I became a writer. And now I'm a successful writer.

Things may look different to you than they did before. I've had that experience myself. But don't let appearances fool you. There's only one reality.

The best point of my novels, I think, is their humor. I want to keep many my works humorous.

Nobody likes being alone that much. I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all. It just leads to disappointment.

Memory is like fiction; or else it's fiction that's like memory. This really came home to me once I started writing fiction, that memory seemd a kind of fiction, or vice versa. Either way, no matter how hard you try to put everything neatly into shape, the context wanders this way and that, until finally the context isn't even there anymore... Warm with life, hopeless unstable.

If you're in pitch blackness, all you can do is sit tight until your eyes get used to the dark.