Over his shoulder I saw a star fall. It was me.

Younger women tend to be busier, wearing more layers and more make-up. I don't know if it's because older women are more confident, or just that we don't care any more. But that pared-down approach is the same with the sentences I write I take out adjectives and adverbs and keep the description to a minimum.

I wanted to wear the mantle and the pearls. I wanted to know the man who painted her like that.

It's those little daily incidents of life that are dramatic, and if you put a frame around it , suddenly they become much bigger and much more important than you ever imagined.

As I get older, I use less jewelry - necklace or earrings each morning, not both my clothes are getting more basic - fewer colours and simpler cuts and my make-up is stripped back to basics.

We say very little, for we do not need to. We are silent together, each in her own world, knowing the other is just at her back.

Say something worth the words.

It's a rare book that wins the battle against drooping eyelids.

Don't write about what you know - write about what you're interested in. Don't write about yourself - you aren't as interesting as you think.

Normally book ideas come to me in a moment.

Jane Austen easily used half a page describing someone else's eyes she would not appreciate summarizing her reading tastes in ten titles.

You know I don’t listen to market gossip,” she began, “but it is hard not to hear it when my daughter’s name is mentioned.

The sign of a masterpiece: A painting when there's a lack of resolution.

I find that when I come out of the library I'm in what I call the library bliss of being totally taken away from the distractions of life.

I read a lot of fantasy. I adored 'Anne of Green Gables'. But my favourite books as a child were probably Laura Ingalls Wilder's 'Little House' series, about a pioneer family in the mid-19th-century American west. I often thought of them as I was writing 'The Last Runaway'.

I have spent my life waiting for something to happen,’ she said. ‘And I have come to understand that nothing will. Or it already has, and I blinked during that moment and it's gone. I don't know which is worse — to have missed it or to know there is nothing to miss.’ Falling Angels