I think people who share my dreams can enjoy reading my novels. And that's a wonderful thing. I said that myths are like a reservoir of stories, and if I can act as a similar kind of "reservoir," albeit a modest one, that would make me very happy.

Whatever can't be expressed might as well not exist.

This may be the most important proposition revealed by history: At the time, no one knew what was coming.

There are ways of dying that don't end in funerals. Types of death you can't smell.

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.

Once thing goes wrong, then the whole house of cards collapses. And there's no way you can extricate yourself. Until someone comes along to drag you out.

Huge organizations and me don't get along. They're too inflexible, waste too much time, and have too many stupid people.