The world is a dangerous place, full of people who don't trust each other. This is why I am staying up in this tree.

Well, I don't ever leave out details, in that I don't come up with information or description which I don't then use. I only ever come up with what seems to me absolutely essential to make the story work. I'm not usually an overwriter. As I revise, it's usually a matter of adding in as much vivid details as seem necessary to make the story come clear without slowing down the momentum of the story.

Life is a series of sudden disappearances, leave-takings without the proper goodbyes.

Whether or not this story has a happy ending depends, of course, on who is reading it. Whether you are a wolf or a girl.

You may very well ask what the goddess of love is doing in St. Andrews, writing trashy romances. Adapting.

I don't think I'm cut out for a job where you have to look professionally tidy. I prefer working in my pajamas and taking showers after lunch.

There are stories about winter ghosts found tangled like lice in their lovers' hair. Dead people have no hair themselves, which is how they can be recognized in winter. But in summer, the living and dead may pass each other on the street, and no one knows the difference.