Life is all too wondrous sweet, and the world is so beautifully bewildered; it is the dream of an intoxicated divinity… – Heinrich Heine (d.1856), “Ideas: Book Le Grand,” 1826, translated from German by
Writing a novel is one of those modern rites of passage, I think, that lead us from an innocent world of contentment, drunkenness, and good humor, to a state of chronic edginess and the perpetual scanning of bank statements. – J. G. Ballard
When Im writing, my neural pathways get blocked. I cant read. I can barely hold a conversation without forgetting words and names. I wish I could wear the same clothes and eat the same food each day. – Kate Atkinson
