All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel.

Victorian literature was my subject at Harvard.

Sometimes reactions can be quite surprising: readers like things that you, the author, feel you've barely gotten away with; or they dislike one of the parts you secretly think is one of your little gems.

You can pretty much trace when the big individual indebtedness kicked in, and it was when the credit card became generally available.

A word after a word after a word is power.

It's rather useless to write a gripping narrative with nothing in it but climate change because novels are always about people even if they purport to be about rabbits or robots.

In the evenings there's been thunder, a distant bumping and stumbling, like God on a sullen binge.