She loved him because he had brought her back to life. She had been like a caterpillar in a cocoon, and he had drawn her out and shown her that she was a butterfly.

I have quite a few different Bibles. Having rejected my parents' religion, I still think the King James Bible is the most important work of literature in English. None of us can help being influenced by it.

A baby was like a revolution, Grigori thought: you could start one, but you could not control how it would turn out.

I aim to be translucent, so you don't notice the words, just their meaning. I haven't much insight into people's motivations.

The degradation to which you subject others comes back, sooner or later, to haunt you.

My favorite period is World War II, and I'm in the middle of writing my fourth novel set in that era.

Ethel said: "Lloyd, there's someone here you may remember-" Daisy could not restrain herself. She ran to Lloyd and threw herself into his arms. She hugged him. She looked into his green eyes, then kissed his brown cheeks and his broken nose and then his mouth. "I love you, Lloyd," she sad madly. "I love you, I love you, I love you." "I love you, too, Daisy," he said. Behind her, Daisy heard Ethel's wry voice. "You do remember, I see.