Creative Writing was not a form of psychotherapy, in ways both sublime and ridiculuous, it clearly was, precisely that.

You can understand a lot about yourself by working out which fairytale you use to present your world to yourself in.

He felt changed, but there was no one to tell.

The minds of stone lovers had colonised stones as lichens clung to them with golden or grey-green florid stains. The human world of stones is caught in organic metaphors like flies in amber. Words came from flesh and hair and plants. Reniform, mammilated, botryoidal, dendrite, haematite. Carnelian is from carnal, from flesh. Serpentine and lizardite are stone reptiles ; phyllite is leafy-green.

Well, I would hardly say I do write as yet. But I write because I like words. I suppose if I liked stone I might carve. I like words. I like reading. I notice particular words. That sets me off.

I don't understand why, in my work, writing is always so dangerous. It's very destructive. People who write books are destroyers.

I like feeling my way into different minds and experiences. It comes naturally and always has.