What’s comin’ will come, an’ we’ll meet it when it does.
Ah well... wand still in your jeans? Both buttocks still on? Okay, let’s go.
The first story I finished was when I was six years old.
If someone asked for my recipe for happiness, step one would be finding out what you love most in the world and step two would be finding someone to pay you to do it. I consider myself very lucky indeed to be able to support myself by writing.
Choice was dangerous: you had to forgo all other possibilities when you chose.
Get up, you useless lump, get up!