Because I work quite slowly, I have to keep myself interested over a long research and writing period. So I can't see myself writing about modern middle-class Londoners anytime soon.

Clearly the secret of happiness...is a variation on the general principle of banging your head against a wall, and then stopping.

I don't think I could write about someone I didn't feel some sympathy for.

I despise this weakness in myself - this endless one-sided conversation that takes the place of action.

Just because we think of wolves (or the wilderness, or another race) as wild and fierce, doesn't mean there isn't another side to them.

...it just goes to show you can't leave anything behind. You bring it all with you, whether you want to or not.

Endings are never neat, because when life goes on, there is no end. You may want to speculate about what the characters get up to afterwards, but I feel it would be presumptuous of me to dictate that.