I don’t experience writer’s block, I only have periods of severe writer’s diarrhoea; an incoherent mess of unfitting words placed in random sentences. Luckily, I can usually separate the shit from “the shit” later on.

Writing is all about tents. Sometimes you're competent, sometimes you're eloquetent.

I think the suicide rate is so high among writers because we force ourselves to stand still, take an outsider’s perspective, and realise how quickly a life passes by, and how futile we are. The exhilarating upside is that at a moment’s glance all your worries fade away, and you can work on making the most of it.

A writer who intermingles his own opinions with that of his characters is less consequent than a fascistic communist.

When I’m passionate about something I strive for excellence, judging whether or not I achieved it is up to the audience.

In my opinion, works of art should be viewed as gifts; something precious given from a point of empathy, where personal enrichment is vastly superior to the value of the gift, and the giver begs for nothing but for the gift to shine on its own.

Writing complex characters is the penultimate exercise in empathy.

It is infinitely easier to experience an indescribable experience than to describe it.

An artist without an audience is like a jar without jelly. There doesn’t always need to be much jelly in the jar, nevertheless a jar without jelly would feel jealous and empty.