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

We cannot be all the writers all the time. We can only be who we are. Which leads me to my second point: writers do not write what they want, they write what they can.

Today, writing seems to me like an incredible luxury, almost a perversity, something which hardly exists in the world anymore, where you get to see the fruits of your actions in a daily way.

World makers, social network makers, ask one question first: 'How can I do it?'

Don't confuse honours with achievement.

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

Most of the cruelty in the world is just misplaced energy.