Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.

I don't listen to music when I'm writing, but I often do when I'm reworking, editing or when I need to relax.

Before you have children, you mostly think about the world in terms of yourself. And when you become a parent, the focus shifts to somebody else.

I am fascinated by how people eat and what it reveals about them.

You seem to know a lot about it," she said. "And you do subtleties." "Yeah. Like I've always wanted to destroy the Nine Worlds while committing suicide." "Well, there's no need to be rude," protested Sif.

Their love was something which coloured the air between them like sunlight.

She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.