Every novel presents a slice of life. A noir policier for example presents one slice, one that perhaps addresses social dysfunction or some sort of pathology, while mine present a slice that is more upbeat and affirmative.

But we make such mistakes all the time, all through our lives. Wisdom, I suppose, is seeing this and acting upon it before it is too late. But it is often too late, isn't it? - and those things that we should have said are unsaid, and remain unsaid for ever.

I cannot see myself in a new car. I am a tiny white van person. That is what i want!

One of the most destructive things that's happening in modern society is that we are losing our sense of the bonds that bind people together - which can lead to nightmares of social collapse.

Talking about pumpkins doesn't make them grow.

The telling of a story, like virtually everything in this life, was always made all the easier by a cup of tea.

At night we are all strangers, even to ourselves.