I think I'm very real as a person, and that comes across in my work.

I did it at night because I loved it. I never did it to make money, as a job. I just did it because I had to.

You could never predict what would happen. There was an element of destiny in everything that one could never account for.

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!

Her life was beginning to make sense again, although she couldn’t say she was enjoying it. But her mind was clear, and her heart was not constantly as heavy. Only when she thought about him. But she knew that in time, she’d survive it. She had done it before and would again. Eventually the heart repairs.

What’s ready? Was Steinback ready? Hemingway? Shakespeare? Dickens? Jane Austen? They just did it, didn’t they?

You can’t move ahead until you bury the past.