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

I held out my book. It was precious to me, as were all the things I'd written; even where I despised their inadequacy there was not one I would disown. Each tore its way from my entrails. Each had shortened my life, killed me with its own special little death.

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

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

The dictate of the light says: Know yourself and what you are. The dark replies, By all means, but then become afraid.

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.

It was not apathy. It was an intelligent disinterest in those things that could have no bearing on one's existence.