What better portrait of a writer than to show a man who has been bewitched by books?

I think all writers are a bit crazy; Damaged souls, incapable of doing anything else.

As Siri says, who is deeply involved with neuroscience, emotion consolidates memory, and I think that's true.

In the good mystery there is nothing wasted, no sentence, no word that is not significant.

Most people just want to be part of the world, they want to live, love, and enjoy themselves - to take part in the world around them. Whereas artists are always retreating, locking the door, and inventing other worlds.

Things have not changed as much as we would like to think they have. Or maybe we're just in another one of the divided moments in the country. The late '60s certainly was one of them, the Civil War being another, but I'm hard-pressed to think of too many.

Chance is an element of life. What I try to do is study what I call the mechanics of reality as carefully as I can.