I think if you decide that any book is about Only One Thing you're probably wrong. Even if that thing is in there.

Classic authors should be older than I am, and wiser, and on-top of all their deadlines.

A life that is, like any other, unlike any other.

Is there any person in the world who does not dream? Who does not contain within them worlds unimagined?

Tomorrow may be hell, but today was a good writing day, and on the good writing days nothing else matters.

I suspect there are two kinds of novelists. Those who have a point of view and have something to say and then write a novel in order to say that thing, and those of us who write the book in order to find out what we think about that thing.

If I'm writing a novel, I'll probably get up in the morning, do email, perhaps blog, deal with emergencies, and then be off novel-writing around 1.00pm and stop around 6.00pm. And I'll be writing in longhand, a safe distance from my computer. If I'm not writing a novel, there is no schedule, and scripts and introductions and whatnot can find themselves being written at any time and on anything.