One of the biggest problems for beginning writers is this need to over-explain.

In real life nothing means anything. Stuff happens and there just is no structure.

I'm a great believer in gathering together all your obsessions and seeing if you can make a novel out of them.

Over to my left is the big grey wall in front of the church. Are we the Thoughts of God? a poster asks. No, I realise. It's the reverse.

But I quite like the way you can talk about science without necessarily using mathematics, but using metaphors instead.

What folly takes light through ether to each eye from every horizon.

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