death should be celebrated...when you put something in the ground you always know where it is

In the mess of moving from place to place, I skipped two grades in the space of one year.

Come on, is your heart a sponge or a fist?

In terms of people that I know, my grandmother and my mother are huge influences on my writing life because they are both massively supportive and always have been of my career.

Everything necessary to understand my grandfather lies between two stories: the story of the tiger’s wife, and the story of the deathless man. These stories run like secret rivers through all the other stories of his life – of my grandfather’s days in the army; his great love for my grandmother; the years he spent as a surgeon and a tyrant of the University. One, which I learned after his death, is the story of how my grandfather became a man; the other, which he told to me, is of how he became a child again.

I do no writing while I'm in Belgrade visiting my grandma.

In my earliest memory, my grandfather is bald as a stone and he takes me to see the tigers.