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

A named thing is a tamed thing.

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.

I've never been very good at leaving things behind. I tried, but I have always left fragments of myself there too, like seeds awaiting their chance to grow.

This isn't the first time the world has come to an end, and it won't be the last either.

It's a feeling which tells me that any woman can be beautiful in the eyes of a man who loves her.

If you want something you can have it, but you have to do some work. It's the ethic my mother brought me up with.