Paranoia can be a sign of a sanity in some circumstances, in some places and times.

Toronto is hard to capture in a few strokes.

Absurdity isn't quite so absurd as it once was.

I just write what I want to read, and sometimes keeping it interesting means adding one more element that ends up adding another year to the work.

I love poetry, read it a lot, but make no claim to being able to write it.

The idea that language can be recombined to create new forms, new things, is of course very old in poetry.

We're getting used to reality and fantasy passing into each other. Much of the border between them has been erased.

It's fiction's job to express how it feels to be living now, and it's a complex feeling, full of contradiction. To me it often feels like a brutal trivialization of reality.

I seem always to have two or three novels going at once. It takes me a long time to finish one.

We want to know that we're not alone with our loneliness or loss.

Science is claiming ever more ground from popular stories of the kind we thought we weren't to believe in.

Live as though today is your last, love as though tomorrow will never come, and dream as if there are no limits.

If giving hurts, then receiving will likely hurt, and you must again ask yourself why you feel or think the way you do.

Listen to your heart, not your head.

Love doesn't grow on trees like apples in Eden - it's something you have to make. And you must use your imagination too.

I don't turn to anyone for advice. I do what I want.

I am too young and I've loved you too much.

The master proves himselin recognizing his limitations.

There was an austerely dignified award ceremony. By that I mean we had to buy our own drinks - in clear violation of the international journalists'code of truth, fairness and an open bar.

A dimwit thinks nothing is funny unless it's mean.

The mind revolts against certain opinions, as the stomach rejects certain foods.