'A reality shaped around your own desires' - there is something sociopathic in that ambition.

Other people’s words are so important. And then without warning they stop being important, along with all those words of yours that their words prompted you to write. Much of the excitement of a new novel lies in the repudiation of the one written before. Other people’s words are the bridge you use to cross from where you were to wherever you’re going.

The greatest lie ever told about love is that it sets you free.

When people use that stream of consciousness, it's kind of just a term they use for anything that looks slightly different on the page.

I love to dance, and sing - in the shower, not in public. Im too old to go raving, but my fondest memories are of that kind of thing - dancing, with lots of people, outside if possible.

I like books that don't give you an easy ride. I like the feeling of discomfort. The sense of being implicated.

I'm a writer who never writes about sex. It's so far from my own fictional world.