We [fiction writers] are much more of a maze than we are a motorway. Things are always in flux, they're always in movement, they're always twisting back on each other. I think the straight line is such a lie.

If I can't stay where I am, and I can't, then I will put all that I can into the going.

Destiny is a worrying concept. I don't want to be fated, I want to choose.

I've never been tempted by God but I like his trappings.

Are we all living like this? Two lives, the ideal outer life and the inner imaginative life where we keep our secrets?

When it is time to get to work, I go away completely and don't do anything except the work. And that can be 16 hours a day.

We bury things so deep we no longer remember there was anything to bury. Our bodies remember. Our neurotic states remember. But we don't.