In fact, writing, especially writing autobiographical works, and this is actually the fourth time I've done it, each time I've done it I've felt deeply immersed in the material as I'm doing it, and then it's over and everything is the same.

In general, lives seem to veer abruptly from one thing to another, to jostle and bump, to squirm. A person heads in one direction, turns sharply in mid-course, stalls, drifts, starts up again. Nothing is ever known, and inevitably we come to a place quite different from the one we set out for.

Artists are the people for whom the world is not enough.

Stories only happen to those who are able to tell them.

The real is always way ahead of what we can imagine.

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

For some reason, all my characters come to me with their names attached to them. I never have to search for the names.