I rarely ever put my head above the rampart and see where this big lumbering behemoth called 'global literature' is going.
I still haven't quite got used to eating live fish.
I'm a novelist, that's how I make my livelihood, and I concentrate on the novels.
I think we think in terms of stories.
I think the story is the most ancient form of human entertainment.
It's true that stammerers can become more adept at sentence construction.
There's been very little writing about speech impediments, even though it's this huge psychological barrier.
Writers are so used to books being optioned and then the movie never happens.
When I think about it, I'm happily bewildered that people will preorder my books They'll preorder me. What a lucky guy!
Laughter is an anarchic blasphemy. Tyrants are wise to fear it.
As if Art is the What, not the How!
I understand now that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions waiting to be transcended. One may transcend any convention if only one can first conceive of doing so. In moments like this, I can feel your hea...
True metamorphosis doesn't come with flowcharts
…It's as if they actually think that what other people think of them somehow doesn't matter. I mean, I know we're all supposed to believe that, but obviously, none of us actually do. And nor should we, because it does! It does matter! And the peopl...
Sometimes I think that creativity is a matter of seeing, or stumbling over, unobvious similarities between things—like composing a fresh metaphor, but on a more complex scale. One night in Hiroshima it occurred to me that the moon behind a certain ...
I'm from a time and place where bigheadedness was a really savage crime, and you'd get cut down for it by your peers and parents.
Every relationship has its own language. It takes a long time to evolve and read one another. Just as it's true for people, it's also true on a national or cultural level.
There's a disease that young writers are susceptible to, which is, I will do this because I can - hubris, I suppose - without stopping to work out why.
I often lose myself in the Sudoku-like challenges of making a book work.
