Madness doesn't happen to someone alone. Very few people have experiences that are theirs alone.

He really did not care whether he survived or not, so long as it rendered him unconscious and absolved him of responsibility.

Every life is narrow. Our only escape is not to run away, but to learn to love the people we are and the world in which we find ourselves.

I think I've learnt that there is no character so strange that you haven't shared their experience in some small way.

There was a time in my life when I was going in and out of houses that were extraordinarily different - from a working-class terrace in Northampton to the homes of friends who were really very wealthy. It was quite an odd position to be in, I realise looking back, and quite a nice one.

...and I wrote a book and that means I can do anything

I do not like strangers because I do not like people I have never met before. They are hard to understand.