The Lake of Dreams grew gradually, over many years, elements and ideas accruing until they gained enough critical mass to become a novel.

He had handed his daughter to Caroline Gill and that act had led him here, years later, to this girl in motion of her own, this girl who had decided yes, a brief moment of release in the back of a car, in the room of a silent house, this girl who had stood up later, adjusting her clothes, with now knowledge of how that moment was already shaping her life.

You can't stop time. You can't capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down.

He'd kept this silence because his own secrets were darker, more hidden, and because he believed that his secrets had created hers.

This is what he knew that Paul didn't: the world was precarious and sometimes cruel. He'd had to fight hard to achieve what Paul simply took for granted.

I love to swim, and I love being near water.

Photography is all about secrets... The secrets we all have and will never tell.