Love - true love - is a precious thing. It is painful, uncomfortable, makes fools of us all, but it is what breathes meaning and color and purpose into our lives.

There comes always a moment when the desire to act, however ill the cause, is stronger than the wish to listen.

What we leave behind in this life is the memory of who we were and what we did. An imprint, no more.

Lots of people have objections to prizes of all types, and it would be extraordinary if everybody agreed on anything that's worthwhile - they never do.

There’s only one difference between published and unpublished writers, and it is this -- the first group see their work in print on the shelves of Waterstone’s or Tesco or online at Amazon; the second group are yet to have physical evidence of the hours, weeks, years spent fashioning words into their patterns. You are already a writer.

There's no black and no white, just shades of grey...But the small betrayals lead to bigger ones, morality is eroded.

Usually I decide on what it is I'm writing next by the books I'm reading.