Every 10 years you're a different person, and the really great books evolve with you as you get older. They're full of new rewards.

Love might have expanded her. But we are not all of us going to get loved. We are not all of us going to get expanded.

You never can tell, though, with suicide notes, can you? In the planetary aggregate of all life, there are many more suicide notes than there are suicides. They're like poems in that respect, suicide notes: nearly everyone tries their hand at them some time, with or without the talent. We all write them in our heads. Usually the note is the thing. You complete it, and then resume your time travel. It is the note and not the life that is cancelled out. Or the other way round. Or death. You never can tell, though, can you, with suicide notes.

We all have names we don't know about.

Writers spend too much time among dead things. I thought that was profound and actually true, that you're trying to pump life into something that is inanimate. You see what a sort of audacious thing it is to move these sort of imaginary people around in a very stylized and patterned world.

You can kill time in a number of ways but it always depends on the kind of time you're fighting: some time is unkillable, immortal

At its grandest, political correctness is an attempt to accelerate evolution.