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

I thought how you can never tell just by looking at them what they were thinking or what was happening In their lives. Even when you got daft people or drunk people on buses, people that went on stupid and shouted rubbish or tried to tell you all about themselves, you could never really tell about them either... I knew if somebody looked at me, they'd know nothing about me, either.

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.

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

Yes. But sad's alright. Sad's just apart of everything

Words should wander and meander. They should fly like owls and flicker like bats and slip like cats. They should murmur and scream and dance and sing.

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