“All writers, I think, are to one extent or another, damaged people. Writing is our way of repairing ourselves.”

“People ask why my brother killed himself. "Why would such a gifted journalist, whose works have won all the prizes in the world, do such a thing?" "He had so many friends, why would he want to leave them?" "But what about all he had to live for?" In a short space of time, I had a drawerful of articles wirtten by reporters pondering the death of one who, like them, made a living out of trying to sort out the truth, separating fact from conjecture. They were hell-bent on making sense out of this event.When they phoned, I told them they were going to fail. I told them that the problem with suicide is that it is a senseless event. There is no why.But of course that's wrong. There are numerous whys, though it's almost impossible, or unlikely that any single one of them is "the answer" that people want to hear.”

“To come to grips with creativity, I must ask creative, adventurous questions - the kind which, in all likelihood, cannot be answered.”

“It's your Christmas present.What is?All this. The whole world. The houses, cars, streets, the wind... it's all yours. You can do what you like.Sorry, but I'm not sure it's a good present. It's windy... ...there's a mist. It's so cold. And this world isn't that good.”

“I had to educate him that there was no such thing as writer's block, that writers write when they write, and when they don't, they don't.”

“Finally, it's not the lies we tell others that do the most damage, it's those we tell ourselves. From this all troubles rise.”

“No writer is a quiet reader, for their reading will speak of their writing.”