In 1980, I published my first novel, in the usual swirl of unjustified hope and justified anxiety.

Most people, in my opinion, steal much of what they are. If they didn't what poor items they would be.

But then you begin to understand that the reward of merit is not life’s business.

Iconic Paris tells us: here are our three-star attractions, go thou and marvel. And so we gaze obediently at what we are told to gaze at, without exactly asking why.

Nature is so exact, it hurts exactly as much as it is worth, so in a way one relishes the pain. If it didn't matter, it wouldn't matter.

Start with the notion that yours is the sole responsibility unless there's powerful evidence to the contrary

But that’s one advantage of fiction, you can speed up time.