If I could go back in time, I'd return to when my parents were alive and appreciate them more than I did when I was growing up.

I've always tried to retain that childlike wonder.

I had always been told by my parents, not implicitly told, but every inference was that Britain was the hub of the universe.

Prison is no hardship, really. I'm in the art room as an assistant to the tutor, and basically, I'm doing what I like.

My characters who come back from death are worse for wear. In some ways, they're not even the same characters anymore. The body may be moving, but some aspect of the spirit is changed or transformed, and they've lost something.

Nothing is absolute, with the debatable exceptions of this statement and death.

The truth, whether we admit it or not, is that grace scares us to death. It scares us primarily because it wrestles control and manageability out of our hands - introducing chaos and freedom.

Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin - it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring.