I find the public passion for justice quite boring and artificial.
I have no television - I hate it.
Perhaps it was freedom itself that choked her.
I can't write if someone else is in the house, not even the cleaning woman.
When I am thickening my plots, I like to think 'What if ... What if ... ' Thus my imagination can move from the likely, which everyone can think of, to the unlikely-but-possible, my preferred plot.
He liked the fact that Venice had no cars. It made the city human. The streets were like veins, he thought, and the people were the blood, circulating everywhere.