Writing is not lying, nor is it theft. It is a journey and search for transparency between one’s words and one’s soul.

I wrote. Something. Yes.And you were truthful.No.You weren't truthful?I was accurate.

Perhaps reading and writing books is one of the last defences human dignity has left, because in the end they remind us of what God once reminded us before He too evaporated in this age of relentless humiliations—that we are more than ourselves; that we have souls.

The fallacy is that you have to hold some sort of stake in the grief or horror in order to write about it - I think the opposite is true.

I think it's common sense to shy away from the erotic. Perhaps this grand experiment, which started with Lady Chatterley's Lover, of seeing what you can write and how you can write about sex, has reached a certain weary terminus with Fifty Shades of Grey.

You have to attempt to find new forms that will force you to write freshly and better and hopefully more truthfully.