The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun always longs for something dark and deep.

I wept to think that life went on even when so much had been lost, that rain still fell and myrtle grew between the rocks.

I never plot out my novels in terms of the tone of the book. Hopefully, once a story is begun it reveals itself

It was a great escape for me and it was a way to take a break from what was going on in my own world, to go into another world.

No barrier was strong enough to keep out the movement of time.

I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.

What I like about fairy tales is the language and the matter-of-fact way of introducing magic, where it's accepted that a fox could talk or a gate could just appear in a wall. I think fairy tales are so psychological.