That's emails for ya: sometimes they're like an arrow that hits so deep in the target, you can't pull it out.

I have to get out once a week and speak with people or I start thinking I'm the emperor of Abyssinia.

Plutocracy.' It has a perfect nuance: chilly, inaccessible, icy-rich.

Recasting fairy tales has become a publishing sub-genre in itself, and has been done both well and to the point of entropy. More interesting are those works where the structures of fairytales are abandoned but the world of 'fairy' is imported as a delicate spice.

Some people feed you with love.

Rome is a place almost worn out by being looked at, a city collapsing under the weight of reference.

I'd defend the right for any novelist to experiment with form or language, but if people don't take to it, don't react by making out that they are thick.