If the garden of Eden really exists it does so moment by moment, fragmented and tough, cropping up like a fan of buddleia high up in the gutter of a deserted warehouse, or in a heap of frozen cabbages becoming luminous in the reflected light of roadside snow.

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

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.

If we understand the past, we are more likely to recognise what is happening around us.

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

When you are young you don't always realise how full of doubts everybody is.

We are creatures of story.