People might think writing is a hard business, but it's nowhere near acting.

Mother didn't understand that children aren't frightened by stories; that their lives are full of far more frightening things than those contained in fairy tales.

Gerry?' Laurel had to strain to hear thought the noise on the other end of the line. 'Gerry? Where are you?' 'London. A phone booth on Fleet Street.' 'The city still has working phone booths?' 'It would appear so. Unless this is the Tardis, in which case I'm in serious trouble.

If you don't stop apologizing, you're going to convince me you've done something wrong.

Memory is a cruel mistress with whom we all must learn to dance.

But history is a faithless teller whose cruel recourse to hindsight makes fools of its actors.

Reluctance to begin is quick to befriend procrastination. . . .