I just love writing. It's magical, it's somewhere else to go, it's somewhere much more dreadful, somewhere much more exciting. Somewhere I feel I belong, possibly more than in the so-called real world.

At an early school, when I was about 5, they asked what we wanted to be when we grew up. Everyone said silly things, and I said I wanted to be an actress. So that was what I wanted to be, but what I was, of course, was a writer.

As a child, my mother told me lots of fairy stories, many her own invention. She, too, tended to reverse the norm.

A rose by any other name Would get the blame For being what it is-- The colour of a kiss, The shadow of a flame. A rose may earn another name, So call it love; So call it love I will, And love is like the sea, Which changes constantly, And yet is still The same.

Genre categories are irrelevant. I dislike them, but I do not have the casting vote.

Whatever the hell I am, I am Me.

The soul is a magician. Only living flesh hampers it.