Drought brings out the worst in us and it's easy to hate your fellow human beings.

If time stood still, and we could choose the time, the best time, then love without pain would be all I know.

From time to time it has struck me that as a writer, I've somehow managed to live my life as I had long ago dreamt of doing, based on the Tintin paradigm: on my toes, travelling, senses attentuated, everything just adventure and exploration, curiosity and problem-solving.

The wonder to me is not that she made it through at all but that she made it through so relatively intact, so vibrant. So free of bitterness and so empty of resentment.

When you think you are in love, you don't want to know about the things that could end it.

The very concept of solid ground is a myth. The galaxy itself is adrift.

In the presence of their love I sensed my lonliness, and I understood for a moment, clearly, that deep and basic human desire for companionship at depth.