After all, it's the librarian's sworn purpose to bring books together with their one true reader.

Wars make history seem deceptively simple. They provide clear turning points, easy distinctions.: before and after, winner and loser, right and wrong. True history, the past, is not like that. It isn't flat or linear. It has no outline. It is slippery, like liquid; infinite and unknowable, like space. And it is changeable: just when you think you see a pattern, perspective shifts, an alternate version is proffered, a long-forgotten memory resurfaces.

It was such a pleasure to sink one's hands into the warm earth, to feel at one's fingertips the possibilities of the new season.

It's a funny thing, character, the way it brands people as they age, rising from within to leave its scar.

I simply love writing good stories, that's my passion.

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

When reason sleeps, the monsters of repression will emerge.