Life has a truth to it, and it's complicated - it's love and it's hatred.

I come from the small island of Antigua and I always wanted to write; I just didn't know that it was possible.

Children like their mothers especially to be standing still and watching them, even if they are sleeping. At least that's how I felt. There's nothing wrong with the self-interest of children; it's just the way they are.

I love planting. I love digging holes, putting plants in, tapping them in. And I love weeding, but I don't like tidying up the garden afterwards.

I think life is difficult and that's that. I am not at all - absolutely not at all - interested in the pursuit of happiness. I am not interested in the pursuit of positivity. I am interested in pursuing a truth, and the truth often seems to be not happiness but its opposite.

I write a lot in my head. The revision goes on internally. It's not spontaneous and it doesn't have a schedule.

One of the things reading does, it makes your loneliness manageable if you are an essentially lonely person.