Words matter, words have import.

There were moments when I felt seriously unhinged; when I was convinced that I would never, ever recover from what had happened, when it was absolutely clear to me that life from this point on would be constant agony.

Tragedy is one of the larger prices we pay for being alive. No one ever sidesteps tragedy. It is always there, shadowing us.

The decision to write full time was made when I was twenty-eight years old and had just had two small plays accepted for BBC Radio.

We all want to fix things. Just as we all believe that so much in life can be rectified. Mend fences, build bridges, reach out, engage in mutual healing.

Words matter, words have import.

The only time you truly become an adult is when you finally forgive your parents for being just as flawed as everyone else.