“‘You’re hearing about everything that dies, you’re not hearing about everything that’s still alive,’ she says. ‘If you think it’s dead already then you’re not going to be bothered. I almost think people gravitate towards “It’s too late,” because then they don’t have to put themselves out.’ And then, as if casually reminding me just why her fiction, that patient, painstaking evocation of worlds, makes sense as a response to an emergency, she says: ‘Only if you love something will you inconvenience yourself to work on its behalf.'”

The Guardian