Places have their own characters. . . . But the people begin to look the same.

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.

The battle of good and evil reduced to a fat woman standing in front of a chocolate shop, saying, Will I? Won’t I? in pitiful indecision.

I've nothing against kids reading anything they please, but I do have a problem with pink books for girls and black books for boys.

I dream a lot, in colour and in sound and scent. Quite a few of my stories have come from dreams.

I have an advanced degree in procrastination and another one in paranoia.

I think everybody has a secret life.