Children love secret club houses. They love secrecy even when there's no need for secrecy

My novels aren't really generated by a single conceptual spark; it's more a process of many different elements that come together unexpectedly over a long period of time.

Storytelling and elegant style don't always go hand in hand.

Not quite what one expected, but once it happened one realized it couldn't be any other way.

If I had grown up in that house I couldn't have loved it more, couldn't have been more familiar with the creak of the swing, or the pattern of the clematis vines on the trellis, or the velvety swell of land as it faded to gray on the horizon . . . . The very colors of the place had seeped into my blood.

I think it's hard to write about children and to have an idea of innocence.

Children love secret club houses. They love secrecy even when there's no need for secrecy