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.

I didn't choose Russia but Russia chose me. I had been fascinated from an early age by the culture, the language, the literature and the history to the place.

For you where never my blood sister so no more shall I call you little sister

A novel, in the end, is a container, a shape which you are trying to pour your story into.

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.

Poets go through a very tough apprenticeship in the use of words.