At sixteen, you still think you can escape from your father. You aren't listening to his voice speaking through your mouth, you don't see how your gestures already mirror his; you don't see him in the...
If my child had prejudice in his head, I'd be ashamed. I would see it as my failure as a parent.
In this world without quiet corners, there can be no easy escapes from history, from hullabaloo, from terrible, unquiet fuss.
This unhoused, exiled Satan was perhaps the heavenly patron of all exiles, all unhoused people, all those who were torn from their place and left floating, half-this, half-that, denied the rooted pers...
I admit it: above all things, I fear absurdity.
When you write, you write out of your best self. Everything else drops away.
Iff replied that the Plentimaw Fishes were what he called 'hunger artists' — 'Because when they are hungry they swallow stories through every mouth, and in their innards miracles occur; a little bit o...
It seems that the right of freedom of speech that was enshrined in numerous constitutions is now under attack by religious institutions.
An attack upon our ability to tell stories is not just censorship - it is a crime against our nature as human beings.
Only the foolish, blinded by language's conventions, think of fire as red or gold. Fire is blue at it's melancholy rim, green in it's envious heart. It may burn white, or even, in it's greatest rages,...
When...did it become irrational to dislike religion, any religion, even to dislike it vehemently? When did reason get redescribed as unreason? When were the fairy stories of the superstitious placed a...
I had a very difficult relationship with my father, which ended up okay, but there were many difficult years.
When he was young, he told her, each phase of his life, each self he tried on, had seemed reassuringly temporary. Its imperfections didn't matter, because he could easily replace one moment by the nex...
Exile is a dream of a glorious return. Exile is a vision of revolution: Elba, not St Helena. It is an endless paradox: looking forward by always looking back. The exile is a ball hurled high into the...
They are the Eggheads. He is the Walrus.
Don't you know girls have to fool people every day of their lives if they want to get anywhere?
A little bit of one story joins onto an idea from another, and hey presto, . . . not old tales but new ones. Nothing comes from nothing.
I'm not a big fan of there being voiceovers in movies. I really prefer it when the film tells it story.
In these our cowardly times, we deny the grandeur of the Universal, and assert and glorify our local Bigotries, and so we cannot agree on much. In these our degenerate times, men bent on nothing but v...
I never thought of myself as a writer about religion until a religion came after me.