The secret to writing is just to write. Write every day. Never stop writing. Write on every surface you see; write on people on the street. When the cops come to arrest you, write on the cops. Write on the police car. Write on the judge. I'm in jail forever now, and the prison cell walls are completely covered with my writing, and I keep writing on the writing I wrote. That's my method.

The young woman was crying, in the way that grownups cry, keeping it inside as much as they can, and hating it when it still pushes out at the edges, making them ugly and funny-looking on the way.

There are people who think that things that happen in fiction do not really happen. These people are wrong.

I tweet, therefore my entire life has shrunk to 140 character chunks of instant event and predigested gnomic wisdom. And swearing.

There may be a parallel between woodcuts and radio; radio plays are a living art form everywhere except the USA.

I think...that I would rather recollect a life mis-spent on fragile things than spent avoiding moral debt.

There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife.