And so Nat stood up and joined the group, and followed, and watched, and awaited his chance as the light of Chaos lit the plain and gods and demons marched to war.

I think everybody has a secret life.

I'd rather be a freak than a clone.

The battle of good and evil reduced to a fat woman standing in front of a chocolate shop, saying, Will I? Won’t I? in pitiful indecision.

If you want something you can have it, but you have to do some work. It's the ethic my mother brought me up with.

Some things can be both real and imaginary at the same time, . . . some lies can be true, . . . broken faith may be restored.

We came in the wind of the carnival. A wind of change, or promises. The merry wind, the magical wind, making March hares of everyone, tumbling blossoms and coat-tails and hats; rushing towards summer in a frenzy of exuberance.