I am, incidentally, the only writer to have received the Somerset Maugham award twice - the first time for my first novel, the second time for my second first novel.
Sometimes I feel that life is passing me by, not slowly either, but with ropes of steam and spark - spattered wheels and a hoarse roar of power or terror. It's passing, yet I'm the one who's doing all the moving.
Addictions do come in handy sometimes: at least you have to get out of bed for them.
Time, the human dimension, which makes us everything we are.
You can kill time in a number of ways but it always depends on the kind of time you're fighting: some time is unkillable, immortal
I sometimes feel I'm a sort of cult writer, rather than a mainstream writer, in that those who like my stuff like it a lot, but the appeal is not that broad.