I can remember being in my pram: children stayed in their prams much longer then than they do now. A big bouncy pram with black covers and a hood with metal clips that could trap your fingers. I was looking up at my sister who was sitting on the pram seat, with her back to me.

Finish the day's writing when you still want to continue.

Reread, rewrite, reread, rewrite. If it still doesn’t work, throw it away.

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

Those who try to obliterate the past are injuring the present.

Once one habit peels away the others follow it. You have to hold on, or the next thing you'll find yourself parading down the street in your nightdress. Habit is everything.

I enjoy research; in fact research is so engaging that it would be easy to go on for years, and never write the novel at all.