Women were different, no doubt about it. Men broke so much more quickly. Grief didn't break women. Instead it wore them down, it hollowed them out very slowly.

Fire and water," he said, "don't really mix. You could say they're incompatible. But when they do love each other, they love passionately.

Neither Goyl nor men lived long enough to understand that yesterday was born of tomorrow, just as tomorrow was born of yesterday.

Reality is a fragile thing.

Every reader knows about the feeling that characters in books seem more real than real people.

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.

So what? All writers are lunatics!