Children - if you think back really what it was like to be a child and what it was like to know other children - children lie all the time

I'd always rather stand or fall on my own mistakes. There's nothing worse than looking back, in a published book, at a line edit or a copy edit that you felt queasy about and didn't want to take, but took anyway.

If he had his wits about him Bunny would surely keep his mouth shut; but now, with his subconscious mind knocked loose from its perch and flapping in the hollow corridors of his skull as erratically as a bat, there was no way to be sure of anything he might do.

Even if it meant that she had failed, she was glad. And if what she'd wanted had been impossible from the start, still there was a certain lonely comfort in the fact that she'd known it was impossible and had gone ahead and done it anyway.

I hope we're all ready to leave the phenomenal world, and enter into the sublime?

It's hard for me to show work while I'm writing, because other people's comments will influence what happens.

Beauty alters the grain of reality.