I've set the bar quite high in terms of storytelling.

I think you can only be truly mad at someone you really love.

I'm not a great writer.

I cannot be with someone who takes pleasure in inflicting pain on me, someone who can't love me

God forbid that women have fantasies.

A controlling man, surely a mythical creature?

I'm looking forward to getting back to my house and my Ugg boots and not washing sometimes, and getting back to writing.