Like a small animal burrowing into its hole, I shift furniture around, and back myself into a cozy corner, with my back to the wall...and then I can write.

Love is quite violent. It is so painful at times, so devastating. And there is nothing worse or better. We find the highs and lows equally unbearable. But then again, the absence of them is more so.

Sometimes, if you aren't sure about something, you just have to jump off the bridge and grow your wings on the way down.

This is fusion, when two people become one. They are so close and so well suited to each other that they blend together. They merge and can't live without each other after that.

When you can bring yourself to write about it one day, you will find it all less painful. It is a catharsis of sorts, but the process can be brutal. Don’t do it until you’re ready.

I like summer. I like warmer weather and long days. I'm one of those silly people who still enjoy lying in the sun - my children are horrified!

I'm astonished by my success.