I'm not sure I believe in the whole 'ghost-afterlife' thing, but I think places are marked by people who have been there.

A thing named is a thing tamed.

Like a domestic cat, purring on the sofa by day, but by night, a strutting queen, a natural killer, disdainful of her other life.

You priests. You're all the same. You think fasting helps you think about God, when anyone who can cook would tell you that fasting just makes you think about food.

I don't think I've ever had a mentor. The closest thing is my friend Christopher Fowler, another writer. Chris kept me sane for a long time before I made it.

Love not often, but forever.

I think everybody has a secret life.