As for you, Private, if you mention a word of this to anyone, I'll feed you to the cat thing here. Understand?" "Yum," said Mogget. "Yes, sir!" mumbled the telephone operator, his hands shaking as he tried to smother the burning wreckage of his switchboard with a fire blanket.

Fish and fowl, warm sun and shady trees, the field mice in the wheat, under the cool light of the moon.

Time plays tricks between here and home," said Mogget sepulchrally, frightening the life out of the telephone operator.

Do not tarry, do not stop, no matter what happens.

Nick shook his head and found to his surprise that he did have tears left after all. He wasn't surprised by a talking cat. The world was crumbling around him and anything could happen.

But we survived, didn’t we? That makes it an adventure. If you get killed it’s a tragedy.

I sometimes talk to people who think I got published because I was an editor, or because I was an agent, and I have to disabuse them of that notion. It wasn't because of my emplacement within the industry. Actually the writing came first, and the publishing came first as well.