The song instantly insisted it'd never existed.

Italians give their city sexes, and they all agree that the sex for a particular city is quite correct, but none of them can explain why. I love that. London's middle-aged and male, respectably married but secretly gay.

Love's pure free joy when it works, but when it goes bad you pay for the good hours at loan-shark prices.

Words are what you fight with but what you fight about is whether or not you're afraid of them.

Writing is such a damn lonely sickness.

I often lose myself in the Sudoku-like challenges of making a book work.

I remain thankful to God for all his mercies.