Every scar in my face is worth it.

The body can't distinguish between cleansing and punishing for the body is ignorant, and mute besides.

The third man in the ring makes boxing possible.

Without craft, art remains private. Without art, craft is merely hackwork.

I feel a terrible loss when I (eventually must) complete a work of fiction.

I don't believe in predestination - except for genetic predilections.

I don't feel I write fast. I write in longhand and do so much revision. On the page, it's so old-fashioned. I could write a whole novel on scrap paper, scribbles and things. I keep looking at it and something develops. For me, using a word processor would mean staring at a screen for too many hours.