I Think We're All Mysteries To Ourselves.

There's A Lot Of Skeletons In My Closet!

Motive Is Never Easy. Sometimes It Occurs To One Only Later.

To Be Anywhere Near An Enormous Ocean Liner When You Are Just Like A Fish In The Water Is Frightening.

I Think We're All Mysteries To Ourselves.

I Began To Write Fiction On The Assumption That The True Enemies Of The Novel Were Plot, Character, Setting And Theme, And Having Once Abandoned These Familiar Ways Of Thinking About Fiction, Totality Of Vision Or Structure Was Really All That Remained.