Today's news, which may be yesterday's anyway, will be eclipsed tomorrow.

I like the world we've got. If there is anything special and magical, I have to find it in the ordinary stuff.

Part of the very impulse of writing for me is actually wanting to get away from myself.

When anything goes digital, let alone something as immaterial as a book, there is a tendency to see it as just in the air to be taken, and to lose the sense that somebody once made it.

I can do hieroglyphics in the margin. There are days when I really enjoy the flow of ink. I mean, nice pen, ink straight on to the page.

I share my name with an aerobatic bird that can whiz across a whole summer sky in seconds. A swift is so equipped for speed that it can scarcely cope with being stationary.

Happiness quells thought. And work quells thought.