You find the book in the process of doing it. That's the adventure of the job.

There is a double rhythm in all human beings. We are binary beings - two arms, two legs, two eyes, two ears. Two legs for walking. And the heartbeat thumping in our chest mirrors that.

In my later novels, I systematically used the convention, and then a moment came - when did it come? With The Book of Illusions, maybe - I thought, I don't need them anymore, I don't need them, I want to integrate the dialogue into the text.

It's like a mathematical law, Grace.

I don't like pictures in books. I feel that the pictures diminish the words, and the words diminish the pictures, and it doesn't work.

I walk around the world like a ghost, and sometimes I question whether I even exist. Whether I've ever existed at all.

He would conclude that nothing was real except chance.