Free-form games in which the player can make choices about what the game is going to be, become a kind of gaming equivalent of the narrative possibility.

The only way of living in a free society is to feel that you have the right to say and do stuff.

What kind of Christmas present would Jesus ask Santa for?

My love for Dan Brown knows no bounds. It literally has no mass.

When I am writing novels I don't read a lot of novels so I try to catch up in-between.

It seems to me it's perfectly possible to vehemently disagree with a piece of work and to say that it's offensive and insulting and so on and so on. And you're absolutely entitled to do that and to speak back, if you like, against that piece of speech with all the vehemence at your disposal. I mean, that's legitimate. Even other things. People have a right to demonstrate.

Memory has its own special kind. It selects, eliminates, alters, exaggerates, minimizes, glorifies, and vilifies also; but in the end it creates its own reality, its heterogeneous but usually coherent version of events; and no sane human being ever trusts someone else's version more than his own.