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

Life is what you celebrate. All of it. Even its end.

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

Of course I didn't pioneer the use of food in fiction: it has been a standard literary device since Chaucer and Rabelais, who used food wonderfully as a metaphor for sensuality.

I like literature that you respond to in some way. You laugh, you cry, you turn the light on - that's great, it's eliciting a response by proxy.

The process of giving is without limits.

I'm insatiably curious.