Strange to dream in the right shape and build in the wrong shape, but maybe that is what we do every day, never believing that a dream could tell the….

I have a head for heights it's true, but no stomach for the depths. Strange then to have plumbed so many..

London is a small place, and it is very incestuous. People know where you live. Everybody is sort of on top of each other..

As far as I was concerned men were something you had around the place, not particularly interesting, but quite harmless. I had never shown the slight….

This is where the story starts, in this threadbare room. The walls are exploding. The windows have turned into telescopes. Moon and stars are magnifi….

I want to be an art-hero - I want to change the form of the novel..

Ordinary professionalism and 20 years' experience can accomplish a lot, but it can't access the hidden places..

The truth is I am inventing the maybe. I can only make the choices I make, so why torture myself with what I might have done, when all I can handle i….

There are two facts that all children need to disprove sooner or later; mother and father. If you go on believing in the fiction of your own parents,….

She hated being a nobody and like all children, adopted or not, I have had to live out some of her unlived life. We do that for our parents - we don'….

Life was a pre-death experience..

Do it from the heart or not at all..

There’s no story that’s the start of itself..

In this life, you have to be your own hero..

I don't believe in happy endings..

To avoid discovery I stay on the run. To discover things for myself, I stay on the run..

Confidence and superiority: It's the usual fundamentalist stuff: I've got the truth, and you haven't..

Who taught you to write in blood on my back? Who taught you to use your hands as branding irons? You have scored your name into my shoulders, referen….

You're never alone with a book, are you? It's a dialogue..

People do go back, but they don't survive, because two realities are claiming them at the same time. Such things are too much. You can salt your hear….

Art is a foreign city, and we deceive ourselves when we think it familiar. We have to recognize that the language of art, all art, is not our mother ….