Once you find you can't walk as far and as fast as you were able, life becomes more complicated.

I would like to do a novel where some curse turns that into how the world really is - a blessing or a curse, I don't know which.

I do think that short story writing is often a matter of luck.

A lot of us don't want to be quite that serious about world problems. Our life is there to enjoy, not to be an eternal dissident, eternally unhappy with how things are and with the state of mankind.

Once you find you can't walk as far and as fast as you were able, life becomes more complicated.

A novel is often a longer process in handling self-doubt.

I've always thought of absurdism as a French fad I'd like to belong to.