London is a small place, and it is very incestuous. People know where you live. Everybody is sort of on top of each other.

I hated historical novels with fluttering cloaks.

Why is the measure of love loss?

I don't read reviews because by then it's too late - whatever anyone says, the book won't change. It is written.

Of course that is not the whole story, but that is the way with stories; we make them what we will. It's a way of explaining the universe while leaving the universe unexplained, it's a way of keeping it all alive, not boxing it into time.

Naked is the best disguise.

If the sun is shining, stand in it- yes, yes, yes. Happy times are great, but happy times pass- they have to- because time passes. The pursuit of happiness is more elusive; it is life-long, and it is not goal-centred. What you are pursuing is meaning- a meaningful life... There are times when it will go so wrong that you will be barely 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.