If you want something you can have it, but you have to do some work. It's the ethic my mother brought me up with.
I don't listen to music when I'm writing, but I often do when I'm reworking, editing or when I need to relax.
I have a tendency to pick up my own challenges. The more difficult something it is, the more I want to try it.
I like literature that you respond to in some way. You laugh, you cry, you turn the light on - that's great, it's eliciting a response by proxy.
I am not at all a chocoholic. I would rather eat anchovy toast.
A thing named is a thing tamed.
I speak as I must and cannot be silent.
Places do not lose their identity, however far one travels. It is the heart that begins to erode over time. The face in the hotel mirror seems blurred some mornings, as if by too many casual looks. By ten the sheets will be laundered, the carpet swept. The names on the hotel registers change as we pass. We leave no trace as we pass on. Ghostlike, we cast no shadow.
My heroes and heroines are often unlikely people who are dragged into situations without meaning to become involved, or people with a past that has never quite left them. They are often isolated, introspective people, often confrontational or anarchic in some way, often damaged or secretly unhappy or incomplete.
I dream a lot, in colour and in sound and scent. Quite a few of my stories have come from dreams.
As authors, we all expect criticism from time to time, and we all have our ways of coping with unfriendly reviews.
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.
Like a domestic cat, purring on the sofa by day, but by night, a strutting queen, a natural killer, disdainful of her other life.
The process of writing is a little like madness, a kind of possession not altogether benign.
I love it when my books cause controversy, when people argue violently about the ending.
Before you have children, you mostly think about the world in terms of yourself. And when you become a parent, the focus shifts to somebody else.
Our lives are like these things I make. Turn 'em, build 'em, bake 'em in fire. That's what you've been, son. Baked and fired. But a pot don't have the right to choose whether he be for water, wine, or just left empty. You have, son. You have.
People reveal so much of their mental processes online, simply because the psychological effect of anonymity just means that a whole raft of inhibitions are left alone when people log on.
I've nothing against kids reading anything they please, but I do have a problem with pink books for girls and black books for boys.
You seem to know a lot about it," she said. "And you do subtleties." "Yeah. Like I've always wanted to destroy the Nine Worlds while committing suicide." "Well, there's no need to be rude," protested Sif.
But I rather thought--I mean, I heard you'd killed Balder the Fair." "I never did," snapped Loki crossly. "Well, no one ever proved I did. What happened to the presumption of innocence? Besides, he was supposed to be invulnerable. Was it my fault that he wasn't?
The dead know everything but they don't give a damn.
I don't tend to do category fiction very well. One of my problems when I was starting off was that publishers were hesitant to handle my books because they were never sure what I was going to do next.
...we do not simply get showered with Hollywood money because we happened to write a little story about wizards one day. It's not winning the lottery. It's a real job, which real people do, and they have the same real problems as other real people.
I'm not fond of cities: the constant activity and swarms of people.
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