It's a different sort of love taht puts up with illness. Old love.

How many of us are happy to be exactly where we are at any moment?...only the completely happy think that they are in the correct place.

We are all tempted, Mma. We are all tempted when it comes to cake.

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 write four books a year. I'm very fortunate that I write quickly; around 3,500 words a day. Being strict about delineating my writing time and personal life, as well as keeping distractions at bay, is the only way I can accomplish this.

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.

Self-pity does not appreciate pedantry.