You are a pool of clear water where the light plays

Whatever it is that pulls the pin, that hurls you past the boundaries of your own life into a brief and total beauty, even for a moment, it is enough.

You never give away your heart; you lend it from time to time. If it were not so, how could we take it back without asking?

Books and doors are the same thing. You open them, and you go through into another world.

My books always begin with a sentence and an image - not necessarily connected.

In the heat of her hands I thought, This is the campfire that mocks the sun.

There are times when it will go so wrong that you will barely be alive, and times when you realise that being barely alive, on your own terms, is better than living a bloated half-life on someone else's terms.