Without dreams, there could be no despair.

Everybody going to be dead one day, just give them time.

There's not much high and low culture any more: there's just mingling streams of art and what matters is whether it's good art or bad art.

I don't know why people would want to have lunch with writers. I've eaten with writers. We have appalling table manners, and rarely say anything other than 'Pass the salt' or 'If you're not going to eat that, can I have it?'

I decided that I would do my best in the future not to write books just for money. If you didn't get the money then you didn't have anything. If I did the work I was proud of and I didn't get the money, at least I'd have the work.

What do I do now?” “I don’t know. Fade away, perhaps. Or find another role.

What are these fundamental principles, if they are not atoms?" "Stories. And they give me hope.