Trust the story … the storyteller may dissemble and deceive, the story can’t: the story can only ever be itself.

I prefer the pen. There is something elemental about the glide and flow of nib and ink on paper.

Our ability to look back on the past, our need or desire to make sense of it, is both a blessing and a curse; and our inability to see into the future with any degree...

When we’re in the story, when we’re part of it, we can’t know the outcome. It’s only later that we think we can see what the story was. But do we ever really know? And...

There is something hugely civilised about allowing long pauses in a conversation. Very few people can stand that kind of silence.

[M]ost people go through life a wee bit disappointed in themselves. I think we all keep a memory of a moment when we missed someone or something, when we could have gone down another path,...

The wide world was changing, and she wanted a different place in it.Not just wanted, but felt she deserved. If the world didn’t owe her a living, as her mother repeatedly warned her, it owed...