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.

Your dreams will betray you. Go nowhere on a horse that fades.

Are not all loves secretly the same? A hundred flowers sprung from a single root.

The bitterness of joy lies in the knowledge that is cannot last. Nor should joy last beyond a certain season, for, after that season, even joy would become merely habit.

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

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

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