The dead leave their shadows, an echo of the space within which once they lived. They haunt us, never fading or growing older as we do. The loss we grieve is not just their futures but our own.

Actually, I can write anywhere - airport lounges, in bed, on a rattling train going north.

People have different views of how you deal with different issues in literature, and, frankly, long may it last that there is a range of views.

I really like people and I keep friendships. I have people from all parts of my life.

I am not a fan of historical fiction that is sloppy in its research or is dishonest about the real history.

The message is clear: libraries matter. Their solid presence at the heart of our towns sends the proud signal that everyone - whoever they are, whatever their educational background, whatever their age or their needs - is welcome.

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