What I mean is this: you meet someone, you think about them. You're already changing because of the way you think about them. You meet them again, you think about them some more, you're changing again. And on it goes. You are changing right now. Before my eyes.

Fantasy gets a mixed reception - a lot of fantasy is formulaic but most of the award-winning fantasy on the contrary tends to be the stuff at the edges of the genre, rather than swimming in the middle.

It is, of course, the first recourse of every elitist to see social barbarism in others.

No one needs a first edition. Whoever wrote it; even if it was Moses.

Perhaps living souls had greater phantom powers than the dead.

Because two people in love don't make a hive mind. Neither should they want to be a hive mind, to think the same, to know the same. It's about being separate and still loving each other, being distinct from each other. One is the violin string one is the bow.

I've been a professional writer for 20 years, and there are contours in that time, crescents and troughs.