We enjoy this illusion of continuity and we call it memory. Which explains, perhaps, why our worst fear isn't the end of life, but the end of memories

Anything that's worth anything is complicated.

People, it turns out, aren't a product of their own time. They're a product of the time before theirs

Basically, financial reporting is this sinking hole at the centre of journalism. You start by swimming around it until finally, reluctantly, you can't fight the pull anymore and you get sucked down the drain into the biz pages.

Many things embarrass me, but reading isnt one of them. Im not ashamed of my slightly weird collection of prison memoirs. Nor the flaky meditation books. After all, I can pretend I never read those.

The training of a journalist, of working with words for thousands of hours, is extraordinarily useful for a fiction writer.

Art doesn't spring from the muses alone, but from hard work.