If they would all sleep all the time she wouldn't mind being their mother.

As I watch, the sky fills with clouds of snow feathers from every kind of bird there ever was and even some that only exist in the imagination, like the bluebirds that fly over the rainbow.

The past is a cupboard full of light and all you have to do is find the key that opens the door.

Love was the hardest thing. Don't let anyone ever tell you different.

I had a novel in the back of my mind when I won an Ian St James story competition in 1993. At the award ceremony an agent asked me if I was writing a novel. I showed her four or five chapters of what would become 'Behind the Scenes at the Museum' and to my surprise she auctioned them off.

Sylvie's knowledge, like Izzie's, was random yet far-ranging, 'The sign that one has acquired one's learning from reading novels rather than an education.

Hindsight's a wonderful thing. If we all had it there would be no history to write about.