Masks beneath masks until suddenly the bare bloodless skull.
I want to write novels. I want to write stories. I want to do the stuff that I became a writer to do.
When thought becomes excessively painful, action is the finest remedy.
No story comes from nowhere; new stories are born from old.
If I had simply wanted to trade on an insult to Islam, I could have done it in a sentence rather than writing a 250,000-word novel, a work of fiction.
I grew up kissing books and bread.