I think we are worlds compressed into human form.

The truth is that love smashes into your life like an ice floe, and even if your heart is built like the Titanic you go down.

Perhaps all romance is like that; not a contract between equal parties but an explosion of dreams and desires that can find no outlet in everyday life. Only a drama will do and while the fireworks last the sky is a different colour.

I want to be an art-hero - I want to change the form of the novel.

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

Your weak point is the open, vulnerable place where you can always be hurt. Love, in all its aspects, opens the self so fully.

There are many forms of love and affection, some people can spend their whole lives together without knowing each other's names. Naming is a difficult and time-consuming process; it concerns essences, and it means power. But on the wild nights who can call you home? Only the one who knows your name.