I Have Been To The World's End

When You Chopped Logs With The Ax And They Split Open They Smelled Beautiful, Like Christmas. But When You Split Someone's Head Open It Smelled Like Abattoir And Quite Overpowered The Scent Of The Wild Lilacs You'd Cut And Brought Into The House Only This Morning, Which Was Already Another Life.

Most People Muddled Through Events And Only In Retrospect Realized Their Significance.

Perhaps We Are On An Insula Ex Machina, An Artificial Place Not In The Real World At All -- A Backdrop For The Stories We Must Tell.

Everyone Said, 'well, You're Very Old For A First Novel,' And I Said, 'how Do You Write When You Haven't Lived? How Do You Write When You Have No Experience? How Do You Write Straight Out Of University?

You Can Step In The Same River But The Water Will Always Be New.