But the internet had changed everything: nobody was forgotten anymore.

The truth will set you free. Either that or it'll get you a punch in the nose.

Linda seemed to recognize loneliness. Possibly she could see it sitting opposite her, sipping lager and trying not to lose its temper. It was an illness, loneliness-it made you weak, gullible, feebleminded.

I hate time. It never does what you want it to.

Sequels are very rarely a good idea, and in any case, the success of the book changed my relationship with the club in some ways.

So this is supposed to be about the how, and when, and why, and what of reading -- about the way that, when reading is going well, one book leads to another and to another, a paper trail of theme and meaning; and how, when it's going badly, when books don't stick or take, when your mood and the mood of the book are fighting like cats, you'd rather do anything but attempt the next paragraph, or reread the last one for the tenth time.

But I suspect that all writers come up with premises of some kind, fragments of narrative or scenarios, in the course of a working week.