There's an easy method for finding someone when you hear them scream. First get a clean sheet of paper and a sharp pencil. Then sketch out nine rows of fourteen squares each. Then throw the piece of paper away and find whoever is screaming so you can help them. It is no time to fiddle with paper.

Miracles are like pimples, because once you start looking for them you find more than you ever dreamed you'd see.

It is almost as if happiness is an acquired taste, like coconut cordial or ceviche, to which you can eventually become accustomed, but despair is something surprising each time you encounter it.

I was never a fan of anything, and yet some people are fans of my books. That's a bit odd. But I like meeting them.

Deciding whether or not to trust a person is like deciding whether or not to climb a tree, because you might get a wonderful view from the highest branch, or you might simply get covered in sap, and for this reason many people choose to spend their time alone and indoors, where it is harder to get a splinter.

It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.

Take back the smile and the night, take it all back, I wish I could.