He would work through the night and sleep until lunch. There wasn't really much else to do. Make something, and die.

Shall there be womanly times? Or shall we die?

When we go on about the big things, the political situation, global warming, world poverty, it all looks really terrible, with nothing getting better, nothing to look forward to. But when I think small, closer in - you know, a girl I've just met, or this song we're going to do with Chas, or snowboarding next month, then it looks great. So this is going to be my motto - think small.

In the first half of the 20th Century, we lived through human disasters on a scale unimaginable. The Holocaust was once suggested would be the end of not only civilization, but art, too.

How can a novelist achieve atonement when, with her absolute power of deciding outcomes, she is also God?

was it possible that i was, in the modern term, in denial?

Observing human variety can give pleasure, but so too can human sameness.