I like the idea of people who've had some success in one form secretly wanting to be something else; I have some of that myself. I look for it in other people who've established themselves in some particular art form, and then you find out that they really would like to design running shoes, or edit literary magazines or something.

A lot of the buildings [in Toronto] around Yonge and Bloor is the architectural equivalent of Kipper Ties and 8" collar points. It's ghastly and no amount of street-level retail glitz can lift it.

To some extent I'm guilty of wishful thinking. The absence of the interstitial I find unbearable.

You must learn to overcome your very natural and appropriate revulsion for your own work.

I've been interested in autism since I've known about it, which is more or less since I've been writing.

My problem is that all things are increasingly interesting to me

The future is there... looking back at us. Trying to make sense of the fiction we will have become.