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

I love it when my books cause controversy, when people argue violently about the ending.

Some people spend the whole of their lives sitting waiting for one train, only to find that they never even made it to the station.

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

Drunkeness, she told us in a rare moment of confidence, is a sin against the fruit, the tree, the wine itself. Wine, distilled and nurtured from bud into fruit; it deserves reverance. Joy. Gentleness. (Page 194.)

I think if you are an outsider then you are an outsider always.

The great thing about books is that you can end with a question mark.