Slightest accidents open up new worlds.

I need to be able to hear what is being said to me by the voices I create. Just on the other side of creativity is the nuthouse - and I often notice people looking at me strangely when I am talking out loud, but there is no other way.

The ancients believed in fate because they recognized how hard it is for anyone to change anything. The pull of past and future is so strong that the present is crushed by it. We lie helpless in the force of patterns inherited and patterns re-enacted by our own behavior. The burden is intolerable.

I don't read reviews because by then it's too late - whatever anyone says, the book won't change. It is written.

If you continually write and read yourself as a fiction, you can change what's crushing you.

I wanted to invent myself as a fictional character. And I did, and it has caused a great deal of confusion.

Slightest accidents open up new worlds.