Art is inspiring. Walking into a gallery, or when the lights go up on a stage; that thrill of getting something that has nothing to do with acquisition.

My father was a screenwriter, but he was also a novelist.

If I think about the writers I love or might be influenced by, I can't write at all, so I pretend there aren't any.

Our minds and memories are crowded with the common experience of nature.

Remove all the traffic lights, yellow lines, one-way systems and road markings, and let blissful anarchy prevail. I imagine it would produce a kind of harmony.

I like to come into my workspace and feel its a living environment and not frozen, which is why I often change or add to the pictures on the wall.

Oh, I always think everyone feels left out.