“Walk free from the long shadows cast by small people.”

“What I am interested in, what I write and care about, exists in the slow lane, somewhere between hand-ploughed fields and a pint of real ale.”

“Eyesight can be so blinding. We need to look beyond the face of things.”

“Theres no such thing as writers block, so long as youve had plenty of time to think about what you want to write.”

“The process of creation begins way before one starts writing.”

“I needed some space to lay myself out, so that I could decide which pieces I wanted to pick up.”

“But who can remember pain, once its over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see. Out of sight, out of mind.”

“I know what you are learning to endure. There is nothing to be done. Make sure nothing is wasted. Take notes. Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In lif...”

“My mind, I know, I can prove, hovers on hummingbird wings. It hovers and it churns. And when it's operating at full thrust, the churning does not stop. The machines do not rest, the systems rarely ...”

“Because the man who stood there before us was not our father. He was somebody else, a stranger who had been sent back in our father's place. That's not him, we said to our mother, That's not him, b...”