Nobody Deserves Death, Yet Everybody Gets It.

When I Found Myself In The U.s., And The War Was At Full Swing In Bosnia, I Read For Survival - It Was A Means Of Thought Resuscitation.

I Think About The Story While I Think About Other Things. This Is An Important Part Of The Process: I Look At It Sideways. If I Look Straight At It, It Produces Nothing Other Than What Seem Like Complicated, Brilliant Designs That Fall Apart The Following Morning. In Some Way Stories Mature When You're Not Looking.

I Cannot Live Or Write Without Music. It Stimulates The Normally Dormant Parts Of My Brain That Come In Handy When Constructing Fiction.

We Apply The Language That Is Comforting And Comfortable And Familiar In Order To Grasp That Which Confuses And Scares Us. That Is The First Step Toward Cliché And Stereotype, As They're Comforting Devices. They Reduce The Confusing World To The Already Familiar. We're Always Smoothing Out The Bumps Of Actual Living To Turn It Into Narratable Life.

You Don't Want Your Neurosurgeon To Have Doubts About The Meaning Of It All While He Or She Is Operating On Your Brain.