Of course I know that the twins are only words on a page, and I'm certainly not the sort of writer who talks to his characters or harbours any illusions about the creative process. But at the same time, I think it's juvenile and arrogant when literary writers compulsively remind their readers that the characters aren't real. People know that already. The challenge is to make an intelligent reader suspend disbelief, to seduce them into the reality of a narrative.

Participating in Society in not a thing one can do naturally; one has to rehearse for it.

Watch your step. Keep your wits about you; you will need them.

The world changes too fast. You take your eyes off something that's always been there, and the next minute it's just a memory.

Reassurance is such a sad, mad thing. Deep inside, everyone knows the truth.

Nowadays, her life is more like a newspaper: aimless, up-to-date and full of meaningless events

You want Paradise, you gotta build it on war, on blood, on envy and naked greed.