…words have been all my life, all my life--this need is like the Spider's need who carries before her a huge Burden of Silk which she must spin out--the silk is her life, her home, her safety--her food and drink too--and if it is attacked or pulled down, why, what can she do but make more, spin afresh, design anew….

I was no good at being a child.

I have a dreadful fear that the more you try to prevent revealing the self the more you do.

I don't only write about English literature; I also write about chaos theory and... ants. I can understand ants.

Narrative is one of the best intoxicants or tranquilisers.

I think vestigially there's a synesthete in me but not like a real one who immediately knows what colour Wednesday is.

…my Solitude is my Treasure, the best thing I have.