What I try to do is write. I may write for two weeks ‘the cat sat on the mat, that is that, not a rat.’ And it might be just the most boring and awful stuff. But I try. When I’m writing, I write. And then it’s as if the muse is convinced that I’m serious and says, ‘Okay. Okay. I’ll come.
Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.
Like when you spot a constellation. You look up and you don’t see all the stars. All the stars just look like the big fugging random mess that they are. But you want to see shapes; you want to see stories, so you pick them out of the sky.
Everything you can imagine is real.
That’s absurd,” I said with a little laugh. “Nobody can read too much. That’s like saying someone breathes too much.
A villain is just a victim whose story hasn’t been told.