My natural orientation has never been among a community of writers, really. For some reason my social world has always been in the art world.

In short, I'm pretty suspicious of the idea that there's a real and true and authentic world, and then a bunch of false ones.

People who want their love easy don't really want love.

Writing is a way of living. It doesn't quite matter that there are too many books for the number of readers in the world to read them. It's a way of being alive, for the writer.

Leave, with no answer. Move on to the next question.

The desire for love is universal but that has never meant it’s worthy of respect. It’s not admirable to want love, it just is.

Since it's fiction, the book resonates, at least for me, on various levels, some of which intimate ideas about history but none of which have the kind of directly causal reasoning you cite.