Quotes from Glen Duncan

Life is nothing but a statement of what happens to be.

For the minimum-wager with Caligulan needs, the glory days are soon over.

The winter of 1991 found me stunned and shivering in the aftermath of an imploded love affair. Being 26, I flung myself actorishly on London and, without any intimations of my own ludicrousness, spent two years showing God what I thought of Him by letting myself go.

I'm too conceited for therapy.

I don't think things happen for a reason, but I think it's perfectly possible to experience life meaningfully.

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.

That's the problem with being alive ... You've got to keep thinking of what to do.

Just because life's meaningless doesn't mean we can't experience it meaningfully.

While I was writing 'The Last Werewolf,' I didn't watch any horror movies.

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.

That's what happens when you keep a secret from someone you love: you start to hate them for allowing you to prove your own willingness to deceive them.

Cheney, Rumsfeld - they were Shakespearean in their attitude of impunity.

I used to believe in signs, omens, patterns, secret purpose, synchronicities.

We have all seen werewolf transformations hundreds of times on screen.

Falling in love makes the unknown known. Falling out of love reverses the process.

I'm in love, truly, madly, deeply in love with perception.

Pain revealed the paltry dimensions of love. The paltry dimensions of everything, in fact, except pain.

Nothing holds love together like shared vice or collusive perversion.

Renounce love and you can achieve demonic focus.

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.

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 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.

We're in the age of the series, trilogy, boxed sets.

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.