Death strips all men of dignity.

Starting a new novel is a little like starting a new relationship - you have to be prepared to commit for at least three years and put up with the domestic tedium as well as the emotional highs!

Love wasn't a piece of music you could play over and over again with different interpretations. It actually needed to be improvised as you went along.

The novelist is more a marathon runner than long-distance runner and the kind of courage it takes working in such isolation cannot be underestimated. I really respect my fellow writers on this front.

This may be the very nature of love, a passion as fickle as the sea, full of certainty when the object of desire is absent, yet dubious when confronted again with the lover's presence.

Believe, my child. Faith is the food of survival.

Be bad, and if you can't be bad be worse.