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

For me, the magic of Hawaii comes from the stillness, the sea, the stars.

...we do not simply get showered with Hollywood money because we happened to write a little story about wizards one day. It's not winning the lottery. It's a real job, which real people do, and they have the same real problems as other real people.

Wine talks; ask anyone. The oracle at the street corner; the uninvited guest at the wedding feast; the holy fool. It ventriloquizes. It has a million voices. It unleashes the tongue, teasing out secrets you never meant to tell, secrets you never even knew. It shouts, rants, whispers. It speaks of great plans, tragic loves, and terrible betrayals. It screams with laughter. It chuckles softly to itself. It weeps in front of its own reflection. It revives summers long past and memories best forgotten. Every bottle a whiff of other times, other places, everyone...a humble miracle

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.

I carried recipes in my head like maps.

I can write absolutely anywhere. All I need is a laptop.