There's a market for mysteries for adults. That feeling of opening a book and delving inside and not coming out until you've closed the book.

Happiness in life is not a given, it must be seized.

Time had a way of moulding people into shapes they themselves no longer recognised.

The certainty that she would find what it was she sought just slipped away, until one night she knew there was nothing, no one waiting for her. That no matter how far she walked, how carefully she searched, how much she wanted to find the person she was looking for, she was alone" - The Forgotten Garden

She was the breeze on a summer's day, the first drops of rain when the earth was parched, light from the evening star.

In retrospect, it seems like everything in my life led to me becoming a writer. I just didn't realise it at the time.

I want to be independent. To meet interesting people. ... I just mean new people with clever things to say. Things I've never heard before. I want to be free. Open to whatever adventure comes along and sweeps me off my feet.