What is it about the sea? Is it because it’s there?

I didn’t go to bookshops to buy. That’s a little bourgeois. I went because they were civilized places. It made me happy there were people who sat down and wrote and wrote and wrote and...

Love is a hollow word which seems at home in song lyrics and greeting cards, until you fall in love and discover it’s disconcerting power. Depression means nothing more than the blues, commercially packaged angst,...

We began our hospital visits: one day Susan, one day me, everyday The Big Hoom. On one of these visits, she told me about the tap that opened at my birth and the lack drip...

Home was where others had to gather grace. Home was what I wanted to flee.

In this city, every deserted street corner conceals a crowd. It appears in a minute when something disrupts the way in which the world is supposed to work. It can disappear almost as instantaneously.

She grinned, a silty grin. ‘You were my two dividends, yes? Don’t you forget that.’Then she sighed, took a deep breath, and said, ‘But what an investment. My life.

Love is never enough. Madness is enough. It is complete, sufficient unto itself. You can only stand outside it as a woman might stand outside a prison in which her lover is locked up. From...

If there was one thing I feared as I was growing up . . . No, that’s stupid. I feared hundreds of things: the dark, the death of my father, the possibility that I might...