...when it came to dying, I was scared. Not of being dead, that I could not comprehend, to be nothing was impossible to grasp and therefore really nothing to be scared of, but the dying itself I could comprehend, the very instant when you know that now comes what you have always feared, and you suddenly realise that every chance of being the person you really wanted to be, is gone for ever, and the one you were, is the one those around you will remember.

I rely heavily on rhythm when I write. You should tap your foot when you read it, all the way through.

A lot can change because you are embarrassed by something.

In a household tragedy, you are very much aware of being alone. It is something that is possible to grasp, and that is why it hurts so much. Because you are alone. I know a little about this.

If I just concentrate I can walk into memory's store and find the right shelf with the right film and disappear into it.

I write about families. That is who we are.

You decide for yourself when it will hurt.