I'm dyslexic. If you can reconcile yourself to not being able to burn through books, which you shouldn't any way, you can slow the whole process down. Then, because of my disability, there is more for me in imaginative literature than there is for other people.

I don't want to be taken to Bhutan and smell the flowers. I want to be told something I couldn't have been told any other way.

I think once you love somebody, you love somebody; that's just how it is.

The ways in which things are superficially similar but also distinct is interesting to me.

I've been mainly a happy boy in my life. I married the right girl and we did what we wanted to do.

Things you did. Things you never did. Things you dreamed. After a long time they run together.

Our ex-wifes always harbour secrets about us that make them irresistable. Until, of course, we remember who we are and what we did and why we are not married anymore.