Routine kills creative thought.

The sky was the colour of sad weddings.

I wonder if the reason I tend to say yes to everything is because I deeply believe that I can survive anything.

One of the paradoxes of writing is that when you write non-fiction everyone tries to prove that it's wrong, and when you publish fiction, everyone tries to see the truth in it.

If something wants to be a story, it will be.

Living for ever would be like marrying yourself, with no possibility of a divorce.

I think about stories and their logic and wonder if there can be any such thing as simply "there is a book.