Even the most solid of things, and the most real, the best-loved and the well-known, are only hand shadows on the wall. Empty space and points of light.

Very often history is a means of denying the past.

I don't see myself as some kind of lone figure standing out there and doing my work in solitary splendour, but as part of the human condition and part of the continuum of writers.

Whether you want to call it God or the mystery of the cosmos doesn't matter to me.

Reading is where the wild things are.

Wherever love is, I want to be, I will follow it as surely as the land-locked salmon finds the sea.

You don't get over it because 'it' is the person you loved.