It was all cheese and applause.

The past scampers like an alley cat through the present, leaving the paw prints of memories scattered helter-skelter.

The trouble with advice is that it's usually something you don't want to hear.

When one of my characters becomes aware of a magical element, it might be because the world is wider than we assume it to be, but it might also be a reminder to pay attention to what is here already, hidden only because it's been forgotten.

If you're not ready to die, then how can you live?

I wouldn't like to live in a world where everything's as cut-and-dried as most people think it is

I think you're all mad. But that's part and parcel of being an artistic genius, isn't it?