A story is not like a road to follow... it's more like a house. You go inside and stay there for a while, wandering back and forth and settling where you like and discovering how the room and corridors relate to each other, how the world outside it altered by being viewed from these windows.

What she wants to do if she can get the time to do it, is not so much to live in the past as to open it up and get one good look at it".

The constant happiness is curiosity.

People’s lives, in Jubilee as elsewhere, were dull, simple, amazing, and unfathomable – deep caves paved with kitchen linoleum.

In your life there are a few places, or maybe only the one place, where something happened, and then there are all the other places.

people who believe in miracles do not make much fuss when they actually encounter one

The complexity of things - the things within things - just seems to be endless. I mean nothing is easy, nothing is simple.