In February of this year I returned to China to research my next book. The authorities know about the novels of mine that have been published in the west, including the latest one, Beijing Coma, about a student shot in Tiananmen Square, but so far have allowed me to return.
I never taste the wine first in restaurants, I just ask the waiter to pour.
Immense power is acquired by assuring yourself in your secret reveries that you were born to control affairs.

