Jung Was Absolutely Right About One Thing.

What Night Gave Rafael Was A Formlessness In Which Everything Had A Purpose. As If Darkness Had A Hidden Musical Language.

Truth, At The Wrong Time, Can Be Dangerous.

A Blind Lover, Don't Know What I Love Till I Write It Out

When I Write My Novels I Don't Really Have A Huge Plan Beforehand; I Don't Have The Whole Plot And Architecture, So The Story Is Sort Of Discovered As I Write It.

All I Ever Wanted Was A World Without Maps.