When I write, the story is always uppermost in my mind, and I feel that everything must be sacrificed to it. All elegant passages, all the curious de….

I don't like that word [memoir]. Whenever my publishers have wanted to use it, I've told them to take it away..

All men contain several men inside them, and most of us bounce from one self to another without ever knowing who we are..

Writing is, after all, a gesture towards other people, giving something to others. And so it's not a completely hermetic exercise. It's really an ope….

Movies are not novels, and that's why, when filmmakers try to adapt novels, particularly long or complex novels, the result is almost always failure.….

While I was writing poems, I would often divert myself by reading detective novels, I liked them. And there was a period when I read many of them. I ….

The funny thing is that I feel close to all my characters. Deep, deep inside them all. I can't describe how deeply I love them all..

In the end, the art of hunger can be described as an existential art. It is a way of looking death in the face, and by death I mean death as we live ….

I don't think of myself as a metafictional writer at all. I think of myself as a classic writer, a realist writer, who tends to have flights of fancy….

I think that sense of unreality inspired me to write the story within the book that [August] Brill tells himself, one of the stories he tells himself..

I knew from the age of 16 that I wanted to be a writer because I just didn't think I could do anything else. So I read and read and wrote short stori….

I don't know why I write. If I knew the answer, I probably wouldn't have to. But it is a compulsion. You don't choose it, it chooses you. And I would….

Then, without any warning, we both straightened up, turned towards each other, and began to kiss. After that, it is difficult for me to speak of what….

In the old physics, three times two equals six and two times three equals 6 are reversible propositions. Not in quantum physics. Three times two and ….

How can you think about the world without factoring in the unforseen, the fluke event?.

Guilt kept me going. It was impossible not to blame myself for what had happened, but even guilt was a comfort. It was a human feeling, a sign that I….

It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on the other end asking for someone he w….

Every historical moment needs the stories to be told about it..

We all want to believe in impossible things, I suppose, to persuade ourselves that miracles can happen..

Every novel is an equal collaboration between the writer and the reader and it is the only place in the world where two strangers can meet on terms o….

No one was to blame for what happened, but that does not make it any less difficult to accept. It was all a matter of missed connections, bad timing,….