I really do literally put myself into a character's shoes.

there must be a routine to life, a framework to hang life on. Routines were what kept you sane, gave you something to do at this moment and at that, definite places to go, positive things to do. Abandon it and that way madness lies.

Many emotions go under the name of love, and almost any one of them will for a while divert the mind from the real, true, and perfect thing.

I think to be driven to want to kill must be such a terrible burden.

Nobody really lives in the present.

When one has children one has no privacy. They take it for granted that what is yours is theirs, personal things and the secrets of your heart, as well as possessions.

I think about death every day - what it would be like, why it would happen to me. It would be humiliating to be afraid.