When I'm writing, my neural pathways get blocked. I can't read. I can barely hold a conversation without forgetting words and names. I wish I could wear the same clothes and eat the same food each day.
Kate AtkinsonPerhaps we are on an insula ex machina, an artificial place not in the real world at all -- a backdrop for the stories we must tell.
Kate AtkinsonIn the end, it is my belief, words are the only things that can construct a world that makes sense.
Kate Atkinson