Sometimes reactions can be quite surprising: readers like things that you, the author, feel you've barely gotten away with; or they dislike one of the parts you secretly think is one of your little gems.

We've learned to see the world in gasps.

Thy only authentic ending is the one provided here: John and Mary die, John and Mary die, John and Mary die.

When I am writing fiction, I believe I am much better organized, more methodical - one has to be when writing a novel. Writing poetry is a state of free float.

The cemetery has ... an inscription: 'Though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death I will Fear No Evil, For Thou Art With Me.' Yes, it does feel deceptively safer with two; but Thou is a slippery character. Every Thou I've known has had a way of going missing.

Laughter may instruct but it may also conceal, defending the joker against anger and retaliation: a game is only a game.

We love each other, that’s true whatever it means, but we aren’t good at it; for some it’s a talent, for others only an addiction.