I have this lock of hair that keeps falling across my forehead. It drives me mad.

There are things in life we don't understand, and when we meet them, all we can do is let them alone.

She's half mad and three parts drunk.

There's a sense in all my novels that nothing is certain.

Film is a medium of clear lines and broad strikes - which can be fantastic - but compared to the subtleties and nuances of a novel, it doesn't even get close.

In the broad spectrum of the arts, two worlds rarely overlap - the literary world and the world of rock music.

When it's mutual, a man and a woman know, instinctively, wordlessly. They may do nothing about it, but the knowledge of that shared desire is out there in the world - as obvious as neon, saying: I want you, I want you, I want you.