If you run away from trouble, it always follows.' Rather my impression, too. Though that never stopped me trying.

I haven't changed. Something's happened to me, that's all.

Whatever the hell I am, I am Me.

I like writing about women, weak and strong, pathetic and heroic. I like writing about men, ditto. And all the variants of men and women, beasts and demons.

I've been criticised for writing in too complex a manner for younger people.

It gets cold in the desert at night, particularly up in the mountains; the stars hammer on the rock and strike frost.

She could not mourn. She could no longer weep grasping the essence of annihilation, she wished only to cease, to be no more, as if sunk in some profound sleep devoid of wakening.