我喜欢所有诚实的人。

The materials I use are not just objects; they are carriers of meaning.

The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's family and friends; and lastly, the solid cash.

If my world were to cave in tomorrow, I would look back on all the pleasures, excitements and worthwhilenesses I have been lucky enough to have had. Not the sadness, not my miscarriages or my father leaving home, but the joy of everything else. It will have been enough.

I wanted to build something that was my own, something I could point to and say, I made that. It was the only way I saw to make life meaningful.