The Wind Always Brings Us Back To

To Be Closed From Everything, And Yet To Feel, To Think...this Is The Truth Of Hell, Stripped Of Its Gaudy Medievalisms. This Loss Of Contact.

From A Very Young Age My Mother Persuaded Me That I Could Write For Fun, But I Had To Have A Proper Job - Very Good Advice.

I Have A Tendency To Pick Up My Own Challenges. The More Difficult Something It Is, The More I Want To Try It.

Of Course I Didn't Pioneer The Use Of Food In Fiction: It Has Been A Standard Literary Device Since Chaucer And Rabelais, Who Used Food Wonderfully As A Metaphor For Sensuality.

I'm Incapable Of Hiding My Feelings When I'm Around Someone I Don't Like.