..because When We Look Up Into The

I Do Not Like Strangers Because I Do Not Like People I Have Never Met Before. They Are Hard To Understand.

Mother Used To Say It Meant Christopher Was A Nice Name Because It Was A Story About Being Kind And Helpful, But I Do Not Want My Name To Mean A Story About Being Kind And Helpful. I Want My Name To Mean Me.

I Better Make The Plot Good. I Wanted To Make It Grip People On The First Page And Have A Big Turning Point In The Middle, As There Is, And Construct The Whole Thing Like A Bit Of A Roller Coaster Ride...

If One Book's Done This Well, You Want To Write Another One That Does Just As Well. There's That Horror Of The Second Novel That Doesn't Match Up.

It Exasperated Her Sometimes. The Way Men Could Be So Sure Of Themselves. They Put Words Together Like Sheds Or Shelves And You Could Stand On Them They Were So Solid. And Those Feelings Which Overwhelmed You In The Small Hours Turned To Smoke.