Don't live in a way that makes you feel dead.

English fiction was something I loved growing up, and it changed my life - it changed the trajectory of my life.

It's gotten to a point where everybody is concerned about their rights and nobody is concerned about their duties.

It was a kiss from the past.

I never bought the idea of individual genius from which the novel spews forth. It's always an act of curation.

Because immigrants have always been particularly prone to repetition - it's something to do with that experience of moving from West to East or East to West or from island to island. Even when you arrive, you're still going back and forth; your children are going round and round. There's no proper term for it - original sin seems too harsh; maybe original trauma would be better.

I don't ask myself what did I live for, said Carlene strongly. That is a man's question. I ask whom did I live for.