The oldest principle of composition: repeat everything.

The web: yet another total disorientation that becomes status quo without anyone realizing it.

I think that if the novel's task is to describe where we find ourselves and how we live now, the novelist must take a good, hard look at the most central facts of contemporary life - technology and science.

Maybe happiness is like a virus. Maybe it's one of those bugs that sits for a long time, so we don't even know that we are infected.

If you're going to immerse yourself in a project for three years, why not stake out a chunk of the world that is completely alien to you and go traveling?

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.

Reading is the last act of secular prayer.