Places have their own characters. . . . But the people begin to look the same.
I think if you are an outsider then you are an outsider always.
The battle of good and evil reduced to a fat woman standing in front of a chocolate shop, saying, Will I? Won’t I? in pitiful indecision.
Remember, it's the winners write the history books, and the losers get the leavings.
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
I dream a lot, in colour and in sound and scent. Quite a few of my stories have come from dreams.