It's still National Library Week. You should be especially nice to a librarian today, or tomorrow. Sometime this week, anyway. Probably the librarians would like tea. Or chocolates. Or a reliable source of funding.

Remember that, sooner or later, before it ever reaches perfection, you will have to let it go and move on and start to write the next thing. Perfection is like chasing the horizon. Keep moving.

If you read enough Lionel Fanthorpe, your brain starts to turn to jelly and just dribbles out of your ears.

I was not happy as a child, although from time to time I was content. I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.

She was also an adult, and when adults fight children, adults always win.

If you were to try and pick him out of a group of boys, you’d be wrong. He’d be the other one. Over at the side. The one your eye slipped over.

You are an analog girl, living in a digital world.