Writers really live in the mind and in hotels of the soul.

That is the mystery about writing: it comes out of afflictions, out of the gouged times, when the heart is cut open.

... a country encapsulates our childhood and those lanes, byres, fields, flowers, insects, suns, moons and stars are forever reoccurring.

She was an auxiliary nurse but training to be a true nurse because that was her calling, to serve mankind. She was a Martha. There were Marys and Marthas, but Marys got all the limelight because of being Christ's handmaiden, but Marthas were far more sincere.

I have some women friends but I prefer men. Dont trust women. There is a built-in competition between women.

It was the first time that I came face to face with madness and feared it and was fascinated by it.

Writers really live in the mind and in hotels of the soul.