A person's last moments are an important thing. You can't choose how you're born but you can choose how you die.

A story is not something of this world. A real story requires a kind of magical baptism to link the world on this side with the world on the other side.

When I am writing, I do not distinguish between the natural and supernatural. Everything seems real. That is my world, you could say.

Sheep hurt my father, and through my father, sheep have also hurt me.

I wondered if she was trying to convey something to me, something she could not put into words - something prior to words that she could not grasp within herself and which therefore had no hope of ever turning into words.

Whether it's good for anything or not, cool or totally uncool, in the final analysis what's most important is what you can't see but can feel in your heart.

What’s more, you’re loads better than you think you are.” “So why is it I get to thinking that way?” I puzzled. “That’s because you’re only half-living.” she said briskly. “The other half is still untapped somewhere.