It’s an artist’s job to show people the world they live in. We hold up mirrors.

For love is no part of the dreamworld. Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel.

It's a given that we exist in a world where we have to live in continuity every day; no one is immune to that, in life or romance novels. By the same token, it's not something I find terribly important.

It doesn't matter that you didn't believe in us," said Mr. Ibis. "We believed in you.

We wrapped our dreams in words and patterned the words so that they would live forever, unforgettable.

I was the kind of person who knew what he wanted to do; I wanted to write, I wanted not to be in school, and I felt that university would just be spending another four years of my life before I could write.

It always felt like the price of being a writer was that you would - even in the most terrible moments, there was a little phantom version of you sitting on your shoulder with a notebook going, I can use this. OK, look at the way that the light is glinting off the broken plastic on the road next to the blood. You can use this. And it was always a very strange feeling.