It Was Like There Was Some Parallel

I Want My Words To Survive Translation. I Know When I Write A Book Now I Will Have To Go And Spend Three Days Being Intensely Interrogated By Journalists In Denmark Or Wherever. That Fact, I Believe, Informs The Way I Write - With Those Danish Journalists Leaning Over My Shoulder.

The Fantasy Never Got Beyond That—i Didn’t Let It—and Though The Tears Rolled Down My Face, I Wasn’t Sobbing Or Out Of Control. I Just Waited A Bit, Then Turned Back To The Car, To Drive Off To Wherever It Was I Was Supposed To Be.

You Could Say I'd Rewritten The Same Novel Three Times And I Thought I Had To Move On. The Success Of The Book, And Then The Movie, Had By Then Also Created A Commercial Expectation And I Remember Touring America And Seeing People In The Audiences Who I Thought Might Not Want To Read The Books I Wanted To Write Next. My Constituency Had Become Broader, But More Mysterious To Me.

You Say You’re Sure? Sure That You’re In Love? How Can You Know It? You Think Love Is So Simple?

I Don't Really Like To Work With Literary Allusions Very Much. I Never Want To Be In A Position Where I'm Saying, "you've Got To Read A Lot Of Other Stuff" Or "you've Got To Have Had A Good Education In Literature To Fully Appreciate What I'm Doing."