I'm not very much of a reader really, because I find much of it very bad, very uninteresting, very speculative.

I remembered her once saying that life was like your shoes. You couldn't simply expect or imagine that your shoes would fit perfectly. Shoes that pinched your feet were a fact of life.

It struck me as I listened to those two men that a truer nomination (name) for our species than Homo sapiens might be Homo narrans, the storytelling person. What differentiates us from animals is the fact that we can listen to other people’s dreams, fears, joys, sorrows, desires and defeats–and they in turn can listen to ours.

Each person searches for the most beautiful jump which will be the final before leaving this world.

I do not understand how on earth you can become a writer without seeing the world.

You think you know everything about a person, but the truth often comes as a surprise.

I love Sherlock Holmes. There's still an awful lot to steal from Conan Doyle. But within a tradition you can work in many different ways.