No trees, sky or ground. No other buildings or fields. No winding path, no brambles, no outhouse or pond or flowers, no sunshine or children playing. Just blackness.

Too old for dolls. Too ill for tablets.

My characters don’t always know more than the reader does, because my readers get the best seat in Paper House.

I do not do free e-books. I occasionally like to eat that thing you people call “food”.

Dwelling on the loneliness inherent in a city such as this when you dream of endless mountains and expanses of blue sky is a recipe for torment.

Prayer is better than pills.

Even though I knew, deep down, what she was trying to do, I couldn’t hate her. Even when she hurt me, I forgave her.

For no real reason – well, perhaps because of the seriousness under the trees or Nader’s hair, which was very messy and covered in little grass seeds – Katie began to giggle. She knew it...

I like to discover something new each day, to interpret the world in a way others might not, like a child might approach new experiences.

Ever been expecting guests for a dinner party & had to clear up a massive LEGO space-station before they arrived? (Who needs kids to play?!)