Facts Are Lonely Things.

Doesn't Seem Quite Real. It's Not Meaningful. I Can't Quite Imagine Myself Being 73. That's The Age My Father Was! [laughter.] How Can I Be His Age? It's Weird.

I've Never Made An Outline For Any Novel That I've Written. Never.

Everything That Goes On In Your Whole Life Is A Result Of Molecules Rushing Around Somewhere In Your Brain.

You Become A Serious Novelist By Living Long Enough.

Rushdie Is A Hostage.