I started all over again on page 1, circling the 262 pages like a vulture looking for live flesh to scavenge.

Because one has written other books does not mean the next becomes any easier.

I’ve always thought a novelist only has one character and that is himself or herself.

The world is divided up into two kinds of people - those who look at their body waste in the toilet bowl, and those who don't.

The narrative was too constricted; it was like a fetus strangling on its own umbilical cord.

Violence is the way stupid people try to level the playing field.

The point of a notebook is to jumpstart the mind.