Sometimes,' Sylvie said, 'one can mistake gratitude for love.

You must never believe everything they say about a person. Generally speaking, most of it will be lies, half-truths at best.

I did feel when my mother died if anyone was going to haunt me it would be her. And she hasn't, so I think it is possibly the end.

When I'm writing, my neural pathways get blocked. I can't read. I can barely hold a conversation without forgetting words and names. I wish I could wear the same clothes and eat the same food each day.

She was a terrible mother, there was no doubt about it, but she didn't even have the strength to feel guilty.

Time was a thief, he stole your life away from you and the only way you could get it back was to outwit him and snatch it right back.

I'm a lapsed Quaker. I don't go to meetings any more. But I'm very drawn to Catholicism - all that glitter. I'd love to be a Catholic. I think it would be fantastic - faith, forgiveness, absolution, extreme unction - all these wonderful words. I don't think anyone who was ever born a Catholic hasn't died a Catholic, no matter how lapsed they are.