...my least favorite actress of all time, Helena Bonham Carter. I find her lack of a neck very off-putting and especially her acting.

Some tiny creature, mad with wrath, is coming nearer on the path.

More is happening out there than we are aware of. It is possibly due to some unknown direful circumstance.

I really think I write about everyday life. I don't think I'm quite as odd as others say I am. Life is intrinsically, well, boring and dangerous at the same time. At any given moment the floor may open up. Of course, it almost never does; that's what makes it so boring.

I thought I'd be a librarian until I met some crazy ones.

All the things you can talk about in anyone's work are the things that are least important.

When people are finding meaning in things -- beware.