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

Too often I am jealous and my jealousy leads me to say things-things-that I regret.

We are who we are, be­cause of those we choose to love and be­cause of those who love us.

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

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

History is written by the victors, the strongest, the most determined. Truth is found most often in the silence, in the quiet places.

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.