The language has got to be fully alive - I can't bear dull, flaccid writing myself and I don't see why any reader should put up with it.

i wish i was away in Ingo far across the briny sea sailing over deepest waters where neither care nore worry trouble me

The human longing for story is so powerful, so primitive, that it seems like something not learned, but locked into our genes.

I would like people to come into my Dreamworld and then choose to stay.

To try to expunge an individual's history is a terrible violation.

Mourning Ruby is not a flat landscape: it is more like a box with pictures painted on every face. And each face is also a door which opens, I hope, to take the reader deep into the book.

It is a violation which has obsessed the tyrants of the twentieth century. They do not want simply to kill their opponents, but to liquidate them, to deny that they have ever existed.