What if we had a chance to do it again and again, until we finally did get it right? Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Most people muddled through events and only in retrospect realized their significance.

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.

The great thing about writing compared to life is getting to tie things up.

I have been to the world's end and back and now I know what I would put in my bottom drawer .I would put my sisters.

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.

The past is what you take with you.