Who would want the socialist Utopia? Especially if you were at all artistic - you want all those inequalities, because that's what makes life interesting.

When you’ve lost all your play, guess what love becomes. Work. Work that gets harder every hour.

They did more than take our youth away. They also took away the men we were going to be.

Your heart becomes gangrenous in your body when you go against your talent.

I say the sentences again and again in my head until they sound right.

Deciding to write a novel about something - as opposed to finding you are writing a novel around something - sounds to me like a good evocation of writer's block.

My belief is that everything that's written about you is actually secondary showbiz nonsense, and you shouldn't take any notice of it.