I'm A Novelist, So I

He Thought Of Trying To Explain Something He Had Recently Noticed About Himself: That If Anyone Insulted Him, Or One Of His Friends, He Didn't Really Mind--or Not Much, Anyway. Whereas If Anyone Insulted A Novel, A Story, A Poem That He Loved, Something Visceral And Volcanic Occurred Within Him. He Wasn't Sure What This Might Mean--except Perhaps That He Had Got Life And Art Mixed Up, Back To Front, Upside Down.

History Isn't What Happened, History Is Just What Historians Tell Us.

When You Are Writing Fiction Your Task Is To Reflect The Fullest Complications Of The World

...life Is A Gift Bestowed Without Anyone Asking For It; That The Thinking Person Has A Philosophical Duty To Examine Both The Nature Of Life And The Conditions It Comes With; And That If This Person Decides To Renounce The Gift No One Asks For, It Is The Moral And Human Duty To Act On The Consequences Of That Decision.

Love Is Just A System For Getting Someone To Call You Darling After Sex.