Sometimes, I think there's a lack of ambition in me. But then sometimes, I think, no, you can, like William Blake said, you know, see heaven in a grain of sand. If you look really, really closely at a situation, you can find almost endless interest in it.

Writing is nearly always a matter of finding whatever your brain needs to trick it into being creative, and in my case, a tiny little bit of fact just seems to work.

...sentences swallowed and sung back and swallowed all over again. She was made entirely out of words.

I tend to be so lost in the work that I don't notice the weather. My partner will come home and say, 'Beautiful day, wasn't it?' and I'll say, 'Was it?' as I won't have noticed the real world at all.

Sometimes when persons say definitely it sounds actually less true.

When people write to me with stories, they are never ones that work for me. There's something mysterious about which ones catch you.

Books are the air I breathe, so I don't notice the seasons.