If it is possible to die of grief then why on earth can't someone be healed by happiness?

If his voice hasn't been the melody of my life, it's been the bass line, so subtle you don't notice it until it's missing.

A photo says, you were happy, and I wanted to catch that. A photo says, you were so important to me that I put down everything else to come watch.

In Poland, for a while, my books all had cartoons on the cover. I trust my publishers in each country to know what works in their individual markets.

She had loved him. He knew this; he had never doubted it. But she had also asked him to kill her. If you love someone that much, you did not lay that sort of burden on him for the rest of his life.

Technically I've improved - I might turn a metaphor in five words now, where years ago, it would have taken me a paragraph. I can't say it was intentional - but you know what they say about practice making perfect...!

There's that unwritten schism that literary writers get all the awards and commericals writers get all the success.