I don't finish every story, but I probably write and send out three out of five of them.

I think it can be quite impossible to think well of yourself, so I prefer not to think about that too much. But I am very pleased, obviously.

Why in God's name should a God be praised if he is only performing his Godly function?

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.

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

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

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