Las Vegas is the expression, in glitter and concrete, of Americas brittle and mutating id.

Your fear of letting go prevents you from letting go of your fear of letting go.

When you notice light seeping into your coffin, it's hard to go on pretending that you're still dead.

I think it is immensely difficult to get the U.S. interested in non-U.S. topics. I dont think this is because the average American reader is disinterested, but more because of publishers playing it safe: if a thriller based in L.A. is a sure winner, why spend money plugging one based in Paris - or Bangkok?

It is quite amazing how hard the subconscious works when it is made to understand that this life is not a rehearsal, there is no safety net and no assurance of any final closure. It is also quite appalling to realize how catatonic the imagination can become when we hedge our bets, opt for the safer direction at every fork in the path.

Expecting to be wrong about most things most of the time brings, finally, the kind of humility that leads to peace. I think.

There are plenty of brilliant people who are too stressed out to read challenging literary novels.