It's beyond the grasp of anyone's memory to recall conversations in kind of [memoir] detail. So it's fake. It's all made up.

No one wants to be part of a fiction, and even less so if that fiction is real.

I've learned not to look at reviews. Early on, I did. I was always curious.

How is it possible for someone who believes that the world was created in six days to have a rational conversation with me, who doesnt believe that, about other possibilities?

Stories without endings can do nothing but go on forever, and to be caught in one means that you must die before your part in it is played out.

I don't think that you can be prescriptive about anything, I mean, life is too complicated. Maybe there are novels where the author has not in the least thought about it in terms of film, which can be turned into good films.

I don't like that word [memoir]. Whenever my publishers have wanted to use it, I've told them to take it away.