The more research you do, the more at ease you are in the world you're writing about. It doesn't encumber you, it makes you free.

It's because I'm a feminist that I can't stand women limiting other women's imaginations. It really makes me angry.

Why do we take pleasure in gruesome death, neatly packaged as a puzzle to which we may find a satisfactory solution through clues - or if we are not clever enough, have it revealed by the all-powerful tale-teller at the end of the book? It is something to do with being reduced to, and comforted by, playing by the rules.

Never stop paying attention to things. Never make your mind up finally. Do not hold beliefs.

Only write to me, write to me, I love to see the hop and skip and sudden starts of your ink.

I am a creature of my pen. My pen is the best of me.