Every word written is a net to catch the word that has escaped..

We don't go to Shakespeare to find out about life in Elizabethan England; we go to Shakespeare to find out about ourselves now..

I like being on my own better than I like anything else, but I can't give up love. Maybe it's the tension between longing and aloneness that I need. ….

Age is information failure. The body loses fluency..

Don't regret your life, child, it will pass soon enough..

You don't get over it because 'it' is the person you loved..

Whatever is powerful to you can be translated into something which will matter to somebody that you will never know..

In therapy , the therapist acts as a container for what we daren't let out, because it is so scary, or what lets itself out every so often, and lays ….

Their throats were bare for God..

Reading is where the wild things are..

If art, all art, is concerned with truth, then a society in denial will not find much use for it..

Mankind, I hazard, wherever found, Civilized or Savage, cannot keep to any purpose for much length of time, except the purpose of destroying himself..

I live alone, with cats, books, pictures, fresh vegetables to cook, the garden, the hens to feed..

I realised something important: whatever is on the outside can be taken away at any time. Only what is inside you is safe..

Myths hook and bind the mind because at the same time they set the mind free: they explain the universe while allowing the universe to go on being un….

Lovers are not at their best when it matters. Mouths dry up, palms sweat, conversation flags and all the time the heart is threatening to fly from th….

Part broken - part whole, you begin again. ( from 'Why books seem shockproof against change.' THE TIMES: BOOKS).

Writers have to have a knack for listening. I need to be able to hear what is being said to me by the voices I create..

What kills love? Only this: Neglect. Not to see you when you stand before me. Not to think of you in the little things. Not to make the road wide for….

Although I sometimes pose as a fight animal, I'm really a flight animal..

I fell in love once, if love be that cruelty which takes us straight to the gates of Paradise only to remind us they are closed for ever..