To know you will be lonely is not the same as being lonely.

So in the first draft, I'm inventing people and place with a broad schematic idea of what's going to happen. In the process, of course, I discover all sorts of bigger and more substantial things.

I think that thing about the destruction of the world is there all the time, it's there every day when we look out the window.

I have never begun a novel which wasn't going to stretch me further than I had ever stretched before.

To know you will be lonely is not the same as being lonely.

Then I fell in love and everything went to hell.

I had known loneliness before, and emptiness upon the moor, but I had never been a NOTHING, a nothing floating on a nothing, known by nothing, lonelier and colder than the space between the stars. It was more frightening than being dead.