Songs are so all-encompassing; they're the joys and sorrows and pacing of life.
Well, to be honest I think I tell less truth when I write journalism than when I write fiction.
Very few of my characters are based on people I've known. It is too constricting.
Well, they each seem to do one thing well enough, but fail to realize that literature depends on doing several things well at the same time.
Grief reconfigures time, its length, its texture, its function: one day means no more than the next, so why have they been picked out and given separate names?
And that was all the part of it - the way you were obliged to live. You stifled a groan, you lied about your love, you deceived your legal wife, and all in the name of honour. That was the damned paradox of it - in order to behave well, you have to behave badly.
We live in time, it bounds us and defines us, and time is supposed to measure history, isn't it? But if we can't understand time, can't grasp its mysteries of pace and progress, what chance do we have with history--even our own small, personal, largely undocumented piece of it?
The funny thing is, I don't actually think of myself as fat at all. I don't think I am. Not really.
I only write when listening to the music.
I think church and state should remain entirely separate at all costs, and that the decision of religious marriage should be of each faith to debate and decide free of political influence.
All of us are experts at practicing virtue at a distance.