You have to be practical. So every time I say, if you want to write a novel you have to be practical, people get bored. They are disappointed. They are expecting a more dynamic, creative, artistic thing to say. What I want to say is: you have to be practical.

I'd be smiling and chatting away, and my mind would be floating around somewhere else, like a balloon with a broken string.

I don't know how many good books I still have in me; I hope there are another four or five.

Life might just be an absurd, even crude, chain of events and nothing more.

Far away, I could hear them lapping up my brains. Like Macbeth's witches, the three lithe cats surrounded my broken head, slurping up that thick soup inside. The tips of their rough tongues licked the soft folds of my mind. And with each lick my consciousness flickered like a flame and faded away.

An unhealthy soul requires a healthy body.

I'm all alone, but I'm not lonely.