The sky was the colour of sad weddings.

What folly takes light through ether to each eye from every horizon.

You tell them what a happy ending consists of, which is always individual success. You tell them that nothing irrational exists in this world, which is a lie. You tell them that conflict only exists only to be neatly resolved, and that everyone who is poor wants to be rich, and everyone who is ill wants to get better, and everyone who gets involved in crime comes to a bad end, and that love should be pure. You tell them that despite all this they are special, that the world revolves around them.

Homeopathy seemed . . . both mathematical and poetic.

I wonder if the reason I tend to say yes to everything is because I deeply believe that I can survive anything.

Honesty and authenticity are a big deal for me.

My novels are high concept. I guess big ideas interest me more than, say, the minutiae of domestic life.