My characters are always on the outside; the spotlight's not on them. But they do get somewhere.

She hated being a nobody and like all children, adopted or not, I have had to live out some of her unlived life. We do that for our parents - we don't really have any choice.

Why is the measure of love loss?

She had made him possible. In that sense she was his god. Like God, she was neglected.

True stories are the ones that lie open at the border, allowing a crossing, a further frontier. The final frontier is just science fiction--don't believe it. Like the universe, there is no end.

My friends and the people who are close to me know what I am. And that is enough.

I know I've had an unusual beginning and a colourful life, but that wouldn't matter if I couldn't make it speak to other people.