Perhaps we are on an insula ex machina, an artificial place not in the real world at all -- a backdrop for the stories we must tell.

Become such as you are, having learned what that is.

It was a long time ago now. And it was yesterday.

Alternate history fascinates me, as it fascinates all novelists, because 'What if?' is the big thing.

You must never believe everything they say about a person. Generally speaking, most of it will be lies, half-truths at best.

Hindsight's a wonderful thing. If we all had it there would be no history to write about.

As I watch, the sky fills with clouds of snow feathers from every kind of bird there ever was and even some that only exist in the imagination, like the bluebirds that fly over the rainbow.