Occupation: Writer Birth: August 27, 1959
When we learn to read, it's a real product of civilization and a civilized society. It affects your brain. It affects the way you think, and it gives….
I am getting much more political as I get older. It's the duty of any writer, in particular, not to stand back from the world..
There are times when it will go so wrong that you will barely be alive, and times when you realise that being barely alive, on your own terms, is bet….
When I fell in love it was as though I looked into a mirror for the first time and saw myself..
Book collecting is an obsession, an occupation, a disease, an addiction, a fascination, an absurdity, a fate. It is not a hobby. Those who do it must….
As people get older they have these rigid patterns that they impose on themselves, and it kills them. They become dull, they become dead to new exper….
I find pieces of myself everywhere, and I cut myself handling them..
Although wherever you are going is always in front of you, there is no such thing as straight ahead..
Intensity is the desire to receive. Open yourself to light and you will become light..
Men will gamble and plot and fight and fall, all for the winning of a trophy. A woman's heart, a piece of land, a kingdom, a lordship, a contract, a ….
You said, 'I love you.' Why is it that the most unoriginal thing we can say to one another is still the thing we long to hear? 'I love you' is always….
Sometimes you have to live in precarious and temporary places. Unsuitable places. Wrong places. Sometimes the safe place won't help you..
In the space between chaos and shape there was another chance..
I can't do it. I've been here before and it's not a room with a view. The only power I have is the negative power of withdrawal. If I don't withdraw ….
I think every work of art is an act of faith, or we wouldn't bother to do it. It is a message in a bottle, a shout in the dark. It's saying, 'I'm her….
Don’t you, when strangers and friends come to call, straighten the cushions, kick the books under the bed and put away the letter you were writing? H….
Love ... Just Nature's way of getting one person to pay the bills for another person..
Infatuation.First Love.Lust.My passion can be explained away.But this is sure: Whatever she touches, she reveals.
Names are still magic; even Sharon, Karen, Darren, and Warren are magic to somebody somewhere. In fairy stories, naming is knowledge. When I know you….
Life is so simple when you're just doing your job..
My characters are always on the outside; the spotlight's not on them. But they do get somewhere..