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

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.

The beginning is the word and the end is silence. And in between are all the stories.

I've always loved mysteries, the something there that you didn't know, and with 'Case Histories' I just decide to make that more up-front.

I think about death a lot, I really do, because I can't believe I won't exist. It's the ego isn't it? I feel that I should retreat into a better form of Zen Buddhism than this kind of ego-dominated thing. But I don't know, I mean, I want to come back as a tree but I suspect that it's just not going to happen, is it?

Not being published would be great. When I say that to other writers they look at me as if I'm totally insane.

The Grim Reaper, Gloria corrected herself - if anyone deserved capital letters it was surely Death. Gloria would rather like to be the Grim Reaper. She wouldn't necessarily be grim, she suspected she would be quite cheerful (Come along now, don't make such a fuss).