Off-camera Lives Are Unverifiable.

One Connection I See Between Novelists And Terrorists Is That We Both Attempt To Alter Consciousness.

Clouds Are No Deterrent. Clouds Intensify The Drama, Trap And Shape The Light.

For Me, Wellbehaved Books With Neat Plots And Worked-out Endings Seem Somewhat Quaint In The Face Of The Largely Incoherent Reality Of Modern Life; And Then Again Fiction, At Least As I Write It And Think Of It, Is A Kind Of Religious Meditation In Which Language Is The Final Enlightenment, And It Is Language, In Its Beauty, Its Ambiguity And Its Shifting Textures, That Drives My Work.

We Commit Our Crimes At Night And Reveal Ourselves In The High Noon Of Studio Lights.

Coming And Going I Am Leaving. I Will Go And Come. Leaving Has Come To Me. We All, Shall All, Will All Be Left. Because I Am Here And Where. And I Will Go Or Not Or Never. And I Have Seen What I Will See. If I Am Where I Will Be. Because Nothing Comes Between Me.