What we humans think we know is nothing compared to what we need to believe to numb the fear and pain.

Ever since I was in my teens I had plans at one point in my life to write a novel.

Love surrounds you like steam in the shower. You can't see the individual drops, but you get warm. And wet. And clean.

We're capable of understanding that someone has to drop an atomic bomb on a town of innocent civilians, but not that others have to cut up prostitutes who spread disease and moral depravity in the slums of London. Hence we call the former realism and the latter madness.

There’s only one thing worse than not satisfying a desire. And that is not to feel any desire.

When I finish a book, I'm so exhausted that I'm sort of letting myself think that this could be the end.

I write something that I believe I've made up, and it's only when a friend later points it out to me that I realise I've been writing about myself again.