Zitat des Tages von Glen Duncan:
Until the age of thirteen, I tortured the waiting worlds of book illustration and professional football by shilly-shallying over which of them was going to get the benefit of my inestimable talents.
My family is Anglo-Indian, and of the four children, I'm the only one who wasn't born in India.
I haven't won any prizes or had any best sellers.
For a long time, I'd wanted to write a book that I would be proud and happy and psychologically and morally comfortable about my parents' reading.
While I was writing 'The Last Werewolf,' I didn't watch any horror movies.
Cheney, Rumsfeld - they were Shakespearean in their attitude of impunity.
I'm not quite sure when I began to be troubled by the creeping sense of my own ludicrousness, but it persisted - and eventually grew into a fascination. I started writing about it. Thus, in His characteristically mysterious way, the Lord made clear His plans for me.
Fairy tales read before bed tend to make me dream. They're all quite violent stories, as are my dreams.
There are two ways to write a werewolf novel - you can examine the genre conventions, or you can say, 'What would it be like if I were a werewolf?'
Everyone is obsessed with air fresheners. We associate smell with disgust. But we're all locked into the body; we can't escape it.
I, made in England, felt excluded, miffed, resistant to the idea of even visiting India, a position of increasing absurdity as, one by one, backpacking friends returned from the place with the standard anecdotal combo of nirvanic epiphany and toilet horror.
We have all seen werewolf transformations hundreds of times on screen.
My parents believe in the happy endings to the stories of their children.
I will waste an extraordinary amount of time, you know. And if it's not watching television, I'll be sitting staring out of the window. And yes, I know there's the idea of the artist, sitting there doing nothing while things are going on, but actually, no. It's vacant space. I'm thinking about the laundry.
We have grown up in an age where there is nothing that cannot now, courtesy of computer-generated imagery, be convincingly rendered in the visual field.
I'm too conceited for therapy.
For the minimum-wager with Caligulan needs, the glory days are soon over.
One of the things that seems absolutely clear to me about werewolves - with their canine makeup - is that they would be dogs, as it were.
Nineteenth-century English literature I know; 19th-century sewage systems, not so much.
I read John Irving's novel 'The World According To Garp' when I was about 14 or 15. It was the first grown-up book that I had read. It is the story of a young man who grows up to be a novelist. I finished it, and I wanted to write a book that made the reader feel the way I felt at the end of that, which was sort of both bereft and elated.
I'm not very good at story. In fact, compared to character and language, I barely care about story at all.