There's something about the darkness that I find unavoidably intoxicating. The knowledge that other people are sleeping and, therefore, unavailable to ruin my solitude, makes me more peaceful than I am during the day.

I love dessert. All kinds. But there's something about ice cream that makes me happy. I am drawn to its simplicity. I am perplexed by the endless supply of constantly growing flavor options. And I am always in the mood for sprinkles and a sugar cone.

I am shamelessly biased about the people in my life, and it makes sense to me that other people are the same.

People want to know more about me. They want to know who I am.

The day when I am no more than a writer I shall cease to be a writer.

It's impossible to be more flat-chested than I am.