I don't tend to do category fiction very well. One of my problems when I was starting off was that publishers were hesitant to handle my books because they were never sure what I was going to do next.

Some books you read. Some books you enjoy. But some books just swallow you up, heart and soul.

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 let it go. It's like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home.

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

I'm not sure I believe in the whole 'ghost-afterlife' thing, but I think places are marked by people who have been there.

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