I haven't done any translating for decades now. It's something I did when I was young.

There are two kinds of typical days. There's the typical day when I'm writing a novel, and there's the typical day when I'm not.

No book includes the entire world. It's limited. And so it doesn't seem like an aesthetic compromise to have to do that. There's so much other material to write about.

It often happens that things are other than what they seem, and you can get yourself into trouble by jumping to conclusions.

Once you finish a book, it doesn't belong to you anymore. You're giving it to other people. If something in what a writer writes can excite the imagination and the feelings of the reader, then that reader carries it around forever. Nothing is more vivid than good fiction.

It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on the other end asking for someone he was not.

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?