Photographs force us to see people before their future weighed them down, before they knew their endings.

I've heard it said that children born to stressful times never shake the air of woe . . . .

She was the sort of person for whom fear was the natural response to that beyond explanation.

She felt like a fictional character who'd escaped the book in which her creator had carefully and kindly trapped her, taken a pair of scissors to her outline and leaped, free.

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

People might think writing is a hard business, but it's nowhere near acting.

So much in life came down to timing.