Each my book feels like my last book. And then I think, like a dedicated alcoholic, that one more won't do me any harm.

A good man knows when to sacrifice himself, a bad man survives but loses his soul.

The longing we have to communicate cleanly and directly with people is always obstructed by qualifications and often with concern about how our messages will be received.

Power expands through the distribution of secrecy.

Jesus Christ only had twelve, you know, and one of them was a double.

I am still making order out of chaos by reinvention.

You have no idea how humiliating it was, as a boy, to suddenly have all your clothes, your toys, snatched by the bailiff. I mean we were a middle-class family, it's not as if it was happening up and down the street. It made me ashamed, I felt dirty.