Writers, however mature and wise and eminent, are children at heart.

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

After that dark woman you search for someone who will fit into the irregular corners of your heart.

Writing is the product of a deeply disturbed psyche, and by no means therapeutic.

Writers are always anxious, always on the run--from the telephone, from responsibilities, from the distractions of the world.

I am obsessive, also I am industrious. Besides, the time when you are most alive and most aware is in childhood and one is trying to recapture that heightened awareness.

We all leave one another. We die, we change - it's mostly change - we outgrow our best friends; but even if I do leave you, I will have passed on to you something of myself; you will be a different person because of knowing me; it's inescapable.