People who hadn't suffered a loss yet struck me as not quite grown up.

It struck her all at once that dealing with other human beings was an awful lot of work.

The one ironclad rule is that I have to try. I have to walk into my writing room and pick up my pen every weekday morning

I think it must be very hard to be one of the new young writers who are urged to put themselves forward when it may be the last thing on earth they'd be good at

I love to think about chance - about how one little overheard word, one pebble in a shoe, can change the universe.

Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person.

We stay in the house so much because I am waiting for the telephone. I seem to be back in my teens, a period I thought I would never have to endure again: my life is spent hoping for things that only someone else can bring about.