We have to allow ourselves to see what there is to see, and we have to imagine.

The best tip for writing is just to write; to sit down and write, to begin doing it and not to be scared by the blank page.

This is our world. Aye, there's more than enough of darkness in it. But over everything there's all this joy, Kit. There's all this lovely, lovely light.

What are you?" I whispered. He shrugged again. "Something," he said. "Something like you, something like a beast, something like a bird, something like an angel." He laughed. "Something like that.

Books. They are lined up on shelves or stacked on a table. There they are wrapped up in there jackets, lines of neat print on nicely bound pages. They look like such orderly, static things. Then you, the reader come along. You open the book jacket, and it can be like opening the gates to an unknown city, or opening the lid of a treasure chest. You read the first word and you're off on a journy of exploration and discovery.

And what is wrong with playing with words? Words love to be played with, just like children or kittens do!

Anything seems possible at night when the rest of the world has gone to sleep.