Yes, I do enjoy walking at night. The world’s more to my liking then, not so loud, not so fast, not so crowded, and a good deal more mysterious.

In love - it sounded like a sickness without any cure, and wasn't that just how it sometimes felt?

He longed for the deep as she longed for the night sky and for white lilies floating on water -- although she still tried to convince herself that love alone could feed her soul.

My children were all made from paper and printer's ink.

Quite suddenly Meggie felt fear rise in her like black brackish water, she felt lost, terribly lost, she felt it in every part of her. She didn't belong here! What had she done?

And I always read the English translation and always have conversations with my translator, for example about the names. I always have to approve it.

If I was a book, I would like to be a library book, so I would be taken home by all different sorts of kids.