No one is ever ordinary.

I like films, or some films, and would be intrigued to see my work on screen.

She looked, and a scarlet butterfly flew away from her, away down the length of the tower, and then another, another, an unraveling scarf of butterflies like winged blood.

What is any of this to us? Time is endless and ours. Love and Death are only the games we play in it.

It's lovely. I hate it.

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.

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