When you stand outside, you look around and find that the people you're with live on the fringes.

The strangest thing about strange things is that they're only strange when you hear about them or think about them later, but never when you're living them.

Art isn't a product. It's an experience

Now that I live in Southern California, my current world certainly speaks to me, and I sense that my next book will have a more American and southerly setting. But that's certainly not to say I won't be back to Leaford.

If heaven is tolerant and writers are allowed (bunch of liars though they are), I wonder if they gather for coffee to ponder the prose they should have written instead.

When you stand outside, you look around and find that the people you're with live on the fringes.

I hum some secret place into being, thinking of this other me, the one that only I can see, a girl called She, who is not We, a girl who I will never be.