I'd the upbringing a nun would envy. Until I was fifteen I was more familiar with Africa than my own body.
Every luxury was lavished on you - atheism, breastfeeding, circumcision.
I'm too amused by the way people carry on to give in to despair.
The humble and meek are thirsting for lood
Cleanse my heart... Give me the ability to rage correctly
People think I write fantasy, but I don't; some things may be exaggerated or distorted in the same way that painters distort and alter things, but they're realistic figures. They're perfectly recognisable.