Online communities are an expression of loneliness.

Remember, it's the winners write the history books, and the losers get the leavings.

A little tantrum in real life seems so much bigger online.

The past is an obdurate stranger that puts as many marks on us as we attempt to impose on it.

The process of writing is a little like madness, a kind of possession not altogether benign.

I dream a lot, in colour and in sound and scent. Quite a few of my stories have come from dreams.

It's a feeling which tells me that any woman can be beautiful in the eyes of a man who loves her.