Inspiration comes from your writing. Thoughts meander subliminally through our subconscious, at night when we sleep the brain is working. In the act of writing, phrases come out and you think: wow, did I write...

If sex is a journey, orgasm is the both the purpose and journey’s end.

I’m my characters’ galley slave.

The hardest thing in the world is to be original. It seems like our heads are filled with banalities and clichés. You have to keep digging deeper and deeper to try and find a fresh...

Every time you have an orgasm an angel comes to life..

If you are not happy with everything you have you become everything you lack.

The quest of the alchemists to turn lead into gold is a metaphor for our attempts to turn the base metal of ourselves, that person hooked on consumerism, filled with angst and ambition, into the...

Time neither flies nor sleeps. It is flexible, plastic, ever changing. Spend two hours watching a movie curled up with your lover and time ceases to exist. Spend two hours waiting for your lover to...

A rubber doll with a microchip can imitate human flesh without human feeling. Porn leaves an emptiness inside. Erotica sets up a vibration in the mind that sends pulsing waves through the body.

Life is a long road with lots of junctions and every time you chose to go one way, you may just have easily have gone the other. We don’t make choices so much as choices...

If you roll a pearl around your mouth it slowly reveals the dreams of oysters, memories of the sea, the taste of orgasm.

The only prophecy the artist can make with confidence is that he and his message will be misunderstood by a world that values all the wrong things.

I was besieged by a yearning, a craving, a burning desire. My heart had opened like one of those mysterious flowers that only bloom at night.

Books have a life. They breathe. When you write a book, it grows and changes. You learn from your characters after you create them. They come from you and you become them.

Drama copies life in there being a sense of waiting, of a promise never fulfilled.

We have no obligation other than to be ourself. Your friends, your family, the daily beat of life will shape you into a form pleasing to them. Your job is to make something pleasing to...

When I was 6 I wanted to be a nurse. When I was 14 I wanted to be a spy or a lion tamer. When I was 16 I wanted too be a highwire walker...

Always say yes and try before you say no.

We are drawn to repetition. We can watch the tide rolling for hours into shore. The clouds skittering across the sky. We can listen to the pulsing beat of bongo drums and are drawn magnetically...

Writing is like a religion to those who don’t practise, an act of faith for those who do.

Reading releases you from the limits of yourself.

There is a sense that we are waiting for something, that however wonderful something is, there is something else waiting to tempt us; however perfect someone is, someone else might be better, more suitable, more...

Mummy became a shadow, a woman who had lost herself because she had never found herself. She had always done the right thing, and I had a feeling that the right thing is always going...

I read the novel I had been writing for several months with an odd sense that it was the work of a stranger. I usually work in the dead hours of night and surprising the...

Inner beauty is never found in the mirror.

The problem with being a liar is you can never believe anyone else.

A really good kiss is like a secret you want to share. A really good kiss reminds you why it’s hard to decide on the right lipstick. The first kiss stays in you’re mind –...

There are many ways to live, to love, to aspire. The mountain only has one peak but there are limitless paths that you can take to reach it. The secret, they say, is to find...

Two spacemen touching in anti-gravity is like a kiss. But then, there is nothing like a kiss. A kiss is a rare bird. The first sip of champagne. The fleeting glimpse of a shooting star....

To realise your ambitions, you must take a few minutes each day to meditate on your ultimate goal, not doing anything, just thinking about it. You must try to imagine how you will feel when...

There is a moment when dancing when the body defies gravity. This is the moment to strive for.

The moment of orgasm is like the first dramatic moment of birth when you draw breath and scream out that you are alive. It is hard to imagine the moment when you fade back into...

Beauty is a burden as well as a gift. Beauty puts other women on edge. It torments men. Man is born adoring beauty and carries, just below the surface, a predisposition, a gut feeling, that...

Writers strive for the impossible: perfection. Even the universe is flawed.

One of the key secrets of great writing is knowing where to start and when to stop.

What is love? Imagine a helium balloon tied down and then you cut the ropes on a windy day. That is love.

The erotic is not about nudity and nudity is rarely erotic. The erotic is subtle, a feeling, a gesture, a mood, a story frozen in the moment that holds you breathless waiting for the next...

Sex is a three act play: foreplay, play and afterplay.

Between the lines of every book the writer reveals their own secrets.

The future is trapped in a cage opened only by the key of genius.

Relationships are nine parts intuition, one part madness.

Italians make you laugh and break your heart.

Beauty everywhere and in everything. Beauty hides sometimes; it is invisible sometimes, like the air we breathe. But it is there if you look hard enough and want to find it.

Characters begin as your children and become your teachers.

Is this love? The light looks different. Actually the shade looks different. I feel different. Everything is just so different I don’t know where to begin…

Today is a black day. Tomorrow it may be white. You may look beautiful one day, and not the next. It is not only a matter of other people’s perceptions, it’s about our own perceptions....

There is a word I have always avoided in my writing, my life, my thoughts. That word is love. What does it mean? How do you deal with it? If you find it and lose...

You enter a book as if you are setting out on a journey and, if it is a good book, you will be a different person when you reach the end.

Love enters us like a vague ailment. Your head spins. Your underarms tingle. Love hurts and love has consequences: marriage, babies, separation, longing, human complications.

There is a kind of truth in a well-told lie. When we look back, we don’t see things as they were but how we would like them to have been.