I don't tend to do category fiction very well. One of my problems when I was starting off was that publishers were hesitant to handle my books because they were never sure what I was going to do next.

But I rather thought--I mean, I heard you'd killed Balder the Fair." "I never did," snapped Loki crossly. "Well, no one ever proved I did. What happened to the presumption of innocence? Besides, he was supposed to be invulnerable. Was it my fault that he wasn't?

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.

Some books you read. Some books you enjoy. But some books just swallow you up, heart and soul.

The past is an obdurate stranger that puts as many marks on us as we attempt to impose on it.

This isn't the first time the world has come to an end, and it won't be the last either.

I like literature that you respond to in some way. You laugh, you cry, you turn the light on - that's great, it's eliciting a response by proxy.