If only life were that simple; if one could jump to the good parts and flick through the bad.

The fun one can have writing books about books is limitless, to be honest.

Comedy was one of those genres that while appearing quite jolly was actually highly dangerous.

That's the thing about destiny: It can't be predicted, and it's usually pretty odd.

People who read my books have an open mind when it comes to new, bizarre, interesting and exciting ideas.

Apart from the faint odor of ink that pervaded the scene, it might have been real.

Acceptable rules of conduct were suspended when it came to the spoon shortage. The deficit had gotten so bad that prices were all but unaffordable, and dynastic spoon succession had become a matter of considerable interest. Spoons were even postcode engraved and carried on one's person to eliminate theft, and good table manners, one of the eight pillars upon which the Collective was built, had been relaxed to allow tea to be stirred - shockingly - with the handle of a fork.