To look at ourselves from afar, to make the subjective suddenly objective: this gives us a psychic shock.

Is any novelist going to recognize the moment when he or she has nothing more to say? It is a brave thing to admit. And since as a professional writer you are full of anxiety anyway, you could easily misread the signs.

Global warming is more of a blessing than a curse.

But life never lets you go, does it? You can't put down life the way you put down a book.

What you end up remembering isn't always the same as what you have witnessed.

we must be precise with love, its language and its gestures. If it is to save us, we must look at it as clearly as we should learn to look at death

The land of embarrassment and breakfast.