When I Am Writing Novels

How To Forgive The World For Its Beauty, Which Merely Disguises Its Ugliness; For Its Gentleness, Which Merely Cloaks Its Cruelty; For Its Illusion Of Continuity, Seamlessly, As The Night Follows The Day, So To Speak- Whereas In Reality Life Is A Series Of Brutal Raptures, Falling Upon Your Defenseless Hands, Like The Blows Of A Woodman's Axe?

I Believe In The Art Of Literature, I Believe In Freedom Of The Imagination, I Believe In The Kind Of Liberties That We Enjoy In These Lucky Countries Of The World.

I Didn't Become A Writer To Write About Me.

This May Be The Curse Of Human Race . Not That We Are Different From One Anther , But We Are So Alike .

If I Were Asked For A One-sentence Sound Bite On Religion, I Would Say I Was Against It.