It's through the small things that we develop our moral imagination, so that we can understand the sufferings of others.

There is plenty of work for love to do.

That my philosophy of life is, as far as possible, one of enjoyment. I'm not nihilistic.

International business, once allowed to stalk uncontrolled, killed the local, the small, the quirky.

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

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 small wrong, every minor act of cruelty, every act of petty bullying was symbolic of a greater wrong. And if we ignored these small things, then did it not blunt our outrage over the larger wrongs?