I carried recipes in my head like maps.
I am not at all a chocoholic. I would rather eat anchovy toast.
The battle of good and evil reduced to a fat woman standing in front of a chocolate shop, saying, Will I? Wonโt I? in pitiful indecision.
The wind always brings us back to the same wall
What is a writer of fiction but a liar with a licence?
I dream a lot, in colour and in sound and scent. Quite a few of my stories have come from dreams.