Homeopaths argue that water has a memory.

I wonder at what point my life swerved to avoid that, and if that life would have been nicer than the one I've got.

Some writers, notably Anton Chekov, argue that all characters must be admirable, because once we've looked at anyone deeply enough and understood their motivation we must identify with them rather than judge them.

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

Homeopathy seemed . . . both mathematical and poetic.

Real life is physical. Give me books instead. Give me the invisibility of the contents of books, the thoughts, the ideas, the images. Let me become part of a book. . . . an intertextual being: a book cyborg, or, considering that books aren't cybernetic, perhaps a bibliorg.

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