You don't come to live here unless the delusion of a reality shaped around your own desires isn't a strong aspect of your personality. A reality shaped around your own desires - there is something sociopathic in that ambition.

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

Tell the truth through whichever veil comes to hand - but tell it.

One thing you learn about the novel as a form is that it's always smarter than you are.

The lack of alternatives to an illegal action does not legitimise that action.

Your mid-thirties is a good time because you know a fair amount, you have some self-control.

The past is always tense, the future perfect.