But I'm thinking about 12 things at once, a hundred thousand times a day. Most people do, I would imagine.

The voice of the nickly reflection of the moon was not as deep as you might expect. It was a singer’s voice, though, a tenor, one that loved itself without reservation. “I feel time like you dream. Your dreams are jumbled. You can’t remember the order of your dreams, and when you recall them, the memories bend. Faces change. It’s all in puddles and ripples. That’s what time is for me.

Paper is a uniquely beautiful format, more so than the web, I think: you need to invest in the aesthetics.

To me, the print business model is so simple, where readers pay a dollar for all the content within, and that supports the enterprise.

The key thing is, even if you only have a couple of hours a month, those two hours shoulder-to-shoulder, next to one student, concentrated attention, shining this beam of light on their work, on their thoughts and their self-expression, is going to be absolutely transformative, because so many of the students have not had that ever before.

In hospitals I feel palpable comfort. I feel the competence, the expertise, so much education and money, all of the supplies sterile, everything packaged, sealed tight. My fears evaporate when the automatic doors shush open.

I can remember exactly where I sat when my teacher first read Roald Dahl's 'James and the Giant Peach'.