In the silence I heard Bastet, who had retreated under the bed, carrying on a mumbling, profane monologue. (If you ask how I knew it was profane, I presume you have never owned a cat.)

there is nothing like a garden to rest the soul.

When one is striding bravely into the future one cannot watch one's footing.

Sometimes the characters develop almost without your knowing it. You find them doing things you hadn't planned on, and then I have to go back to page 42 and fix things. I'm not recommending it as a way to write. It's very sloppy, but it works for me.

People who relate what they believe to be new and startling information like to have such information received with exclamations of astonishment and admiration.

Is is difficult to be angry with a gentleman who pays you compliments, even impertinent compliments. Especially impertinent compliments.

stereotypes are awfully misleading. There are typical librarians, but not all librarians are typical.