As someone once said, originality is not taking from somebody else. It’s when nobody can take it from you and repeat it.

Life is intrinsically, well, boring and dangerous at the same time. At any given moment the floor may open up. Of course, it almost never does; that’s what makes it so boring.

You never really choose anything. It’s all presented to you, and then you have alternatives.

I tend to think life is pastiche: I’m not sure what it’s a pastiche of – we haven’t found out yet.

More and more, I think you should have no expectations and do everything for its own sake. That way you won’t be hit in the head quite so frequently.

A situation comes up, and either you do this or that, or maybe a third alternative comes up. But you simply do not choose. You never really choose anything. It’s all presented to you, and then you have alternatives.

I feel that I am doing the minimum amount of damage to other possibilities that may take place in a reader’s head.

I don’t think anything might have been. What is, is.

Such excess of passion is quite out of fashion.

If you’re doing nonsense it has to be rather awful, because there’d be no point.