If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.

As authors, we all expect criticism from time to time, and we all have our ways of coping with unfriendly reviews.

Was it my fault that I got out of hand? --Loki

All those moments, those memories. Everything that we are, compressed in just two or three kilos of paper — the weight of a human heart.

Everything comes home, my mother used to say; every word spoken, every shadow cast, every footprint in the sand. It can't be helped; it's part of what makes us who we are.

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

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