I think art comes from some sense of discomfort with the world, some sense of not quite fitting with it.

Books are something social - a writer speaking to a reader - so I think making the reading of a book the center of a social event, the meeting of a book club, is a brilliant idea.

If we, citizens, do not support our artists, then we sacrifice our imagination on the altar of crude reality and we end up believing in nothing and having worthless dreams.

Just as music is noise that makes sense, a painting is colour that makes sense, so a story is life that makes sense.

The world isn't just the way it is. It is how we understand it, no? And in understanding something, we bring something to it, no?
Doesn't that make life a story?

I'm looking at a dead event and trying to give it new life. In a sense, I'm a taxidermist.