I did not lose myself all at once. I rubbed out my face over the years washing away my pain, the same way carvings on stone are worn down by water.

I felt foolish and tired, as if I had been running to escape someone chasing me, only to look behind to discover there was no one there.

I loved fairy tales when I was a kid. Grimm. The grimmer the better. I loved gruesome gothic tales and, in that respect, I liked Bible stories, because to me they were very gothic.

We dream to give ourselves hope. To stop dreaming - well, that’s like saying you can never change your fate.

I think books were my salvation, they saved me from being miserable.

When you lose your face..., it is like dropping your necklace down a well. The only way you can get it back is to fall in after it.

I think we often write because we feel a loneliness, and people read for the same reason, and then they come away feeling a little less lonely.