All through my life I've had this strange unaccountable feeling that something was going on in the world, something big, even sinister, and no one would tell me what it was." "No," said the old man, "that's just perfectly normal paranoia. Everyone in the Universe has that.

I am rarely happier than when spending an entire day programming my computer.

Please call me Eddie if it will help you to relax.

If there's anything more important than my ego around, I want it caught and shot now.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen.

The Saab seethed off into the night. Arthur watched it go, as stunned as a man might be who, having believed himself to be totally blind for five years, suddenly discovers that he had merely been wearing too large a hat.

I find that writing is a constant battle with exactly the same problems you've always had.