You don't write because someone sets assignments! You write because you need to write, or because you hope someone will listen or because writing will mend something broken inside you or bring something back to life.

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

Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.

Online communities are an expression of loneliness.

I'm not fond of cities: the constant activity and swarms of people.

The dead know everything but they don't give a damn.

From a very young age my mother persuaded me that I could write for fun, but I had to have a proper job - very good advice.