The desire to live in our imagination is driven by this suspicion that we're disembodied sensibilities cobbled into our bodies. That idea has infused most of human thought since the very beginning.

The job of taste was to thin the insane torrent of human creativity down to manageable levels. But the job of appetite was never to be happy with taste.

The desire to live in our imagination is driven by this suspicion that we're disembodied sensibilities cobbled into our bodies. That idea has infused most of human thought since the very beginning.

I write the way you might arrange flowers. Not every try works, but each one launches another. Every constraint, even dullness, frees up a new design.

All the different ways we know the world all come from the brain, and they all depend on each other to make sense.

I used to work for 12 or 14 hours at a time but the digital age has made such happy immersions almost impossible.

We will live with racism for ever. But senses of self, senses of belonging, senses of us and of others? Those are up for grabs.