Sung to the tune of O Christmas Tree O woe is me, O woe is me, I used to have a hamster tree, But it was eaten by a newt, And now I have no cuddly fruit, O woe is me, O woe is me, I used to have a hamster tree!

If you want to look like the people next door, you're probably smothering yourself into your dreams.

We’re too much ourselves. Afraid of letting go of what we are, in case we are nothing, and holding on so tight, we lose everything else.

She wanted nothing that he could offer her, except perhaps his absence.

It was as though in these last minutes together - when they had so much to say - they could say nothing of the least significance, for fear it open the floodgates.

My life is in the art that I make, and I'm very happy with it.

I know that I want to bring sex and horror together as I have been able to in my books.