History is the history of human behavior, and human behavior is the raw material of fiction.
Most people recognize that novelists do research to get the facts right - how a glove factory works, for example, or how courtesans in imperial Japan dressed.
They flow around me and through me and, by a process
that is not fully clear to me, some delicate hidden membrane draws forth the
stuff that is the necessary condition of my life.
To note, to pin down, to
build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to
let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of
life, even if it’s a cactus.