Dreaming was only nice while it lasted.

If there is a heaven, Jane Austen is sitting in a small room with Mother Teresa and Princess Diana, listening to Duran Duran, forever. If there's a hell, she's standing.

I like naming characters.

Good ideas are often murdered by better ones.

I don't work to any commissions. I do what I want to do.

She's a pot-of-tea-before-I-say-boo-to-you woman. There's always a pile of warm teabags in the sink when I come down, like what a horse would leave behind.

I wouldn't go out of my way to experience the indignity of middle-age just because it might be good meat for a story.