An attack upon our ability to tell stories is not just censorship - it is a crime against our nature as human beings.

So Thomas Pynchon wants a private life and no photographs and nobody to know his home address. I can dig it, I can relate to that (but, like, he should try it when it's compulsory instead of a free-choice option).

I admit it: above all things, I fear absurdity.

A little bit of one story joins onto an idea from another, and hey presto, . . . not old tales but new ones. Nothing comes from nothing.

The only position when violence is threatened in response to a novel or a cartoon or a crappy YouTube video is a no-surrender position. This is how we live. We live in a country in which we have these rights, and we're not going to give them up. Full stop. The end.

My grandmother was very fierce and gruff. She was quite small, but she was very wide.

When you throw everything up in the air anything becomes possible.