The language of [Catholic] mysticism - its repeated attempts to lay consciousness itself bare and speak all the intensely opposing yet interconnected parts of it that cannot be spoken.

I wish there was someone I could have written to after that, someone I could have written to explain how awful it was to have someone touch you, then look at you properly and change his mind.

Home is where your teapots are.

I collected pictures and I drew pictures and I looked at the pictures by myself. And because no one else ever saw them, the pictures were perfect and true. They were alive.

The first coffee of the morning is never, ever, ready quickly enough. You die before it’s ready and then your ghost pours the resurrection potion out of the moka pot.

I feel like an old lady; my hero is Miss Marple.

Because things grow. Wherever there is air and light and open space, things grow.

There were days when he touched the tip of her nose and it was enough, a miracle of plenty.

I think, basically, what I'm good for is reading - a lot.

I dont have a style. I just try to write what the story demands.

I do tend to feel more connected to dead writers, perhaps because they have finished their work.

What a lover’s heart knows let no man’s brain dispute.

Tragedy of the Commons: while each person can agree that all would benefit from common restraint, the incentives of the individuals are arrayed against that outcome.

You are letting this feeling get cold, I cant blame you, you must know you are free to go... Don't you ever look back... If you wonder why it is because I wont be there.

I know you love me. The question is, how much?

It is well that war is so terrible - we would grow too fond of it.

Our success has really been based on partnerships from the very beginning.

Knowing when to say something and when not to say something is important.

When I first toured with Wings things that were said about me were true - I did sing out of tune.

Perhaps it's chasing me. But I don't think it will ever catch me because I am moving fast.

The greatest obstacle to pleasure is not pain; it is delusion.