And I thought, there was no God, there was only what you wanted.

I thought how tenuous the links were between mother and children between friends family things you think are eternal. Everything could be lost more easily than anyone could imagine.

she was such a bad actress. she never said her lines rite, it was something perverse in her nature. and wat was her line anyway?

Memory is the fourth dimension to any landscape.

I use my fiction to explore my own unconscious issues. I usually don't even know what's going on with me until I'm writing.

He reminded me of someone who put your fingers in the door and smiled and talked to you while he smashed them.

My father was an engineer - he wasn't literary, not a writer or a journalist, but he was one of the world's great readers. Every two weeks, he'd take me to our local branch library and pull books off the shelf for me, stacking them up in my arms - 'Have you read this? And this? And this?"