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

No point in thinking, you just have to get on with life. We only have one after all, we should try and do our best. We can never get it right, but we must try.

I was on the verge of something numinous and profound and in one more second the universe was going to crack open and arcana would rain down on my head like grace and all the cosmic mysteries were going to be revealed.

Probably not needing to be published would give me more time to think about a book.

Ursula craved solitude but she hated loneliness, a conundrum that she couldn’t even begin to solve.

She should have done science, not spent all her time with her head in novels. Novels gave you a completely false idea about life, they told lies and they implied there were endings when in reality there were no endings, everything just went on and on and on.

Become such as you are, having learned what that is.