Any closer would unravel her mystery, the very thing which made her so truly beautiful...It was her mystery that he adored. He was in love with everything that he did not know about her... No real sexual encounter could ever match the secret one that he could nurture in his imagination... No living flesh could ever be the erotic equal of flesh kept private, untouchable and unknowable

You didn't wake up, your dreams just changed gear.

I resent the creation of a world in which beauty is a reminder of what we're losing rather than a celebration of what we have.

People who get through life dependent on other people's possessions are always the first to lecture you on how little possessions count.

I'm easy to work with, not a pushover, but I respond to criticism and find it inspiring.

I'm lucky because the strongest emotion I have ever felt is being in love, and that definitely informs my writing.

And roast beef and Yorkshire pudding is my personal signature dish.