I'm writing another novel and I know what I'm going to do after, which may be something more like this again, maybe some strange mixture of fiction and non-fiction.

I didn't want it to be a book that made pronouncements.

I'm writing another novel and I know what I'm going to do after, which may be something more like this again, maybe some strange mixture of fiction and non-fiction.

You have this comet trail of your own lived life, sparks from which arrive in the head all the time, whether you want them or not - life has been lived but it is still all going on, in the mind for better and for worse.

Unless I am a part of everything I am nothing.

It seems to me that anyone whose library consists of a Kindle lying on a table is some sort of bloodless nerd.

There's a preoccupation with memory and the operation of memory and a rather rapacious interest in history.