To hell with facts! We need stories.

The job of the writer is to kiss no ass, no matter how big and holy and white and tempting and powerful.

But if they don't exist, how can a man see them?

That ain't me, that ain't my face. It wasn't even me when I was trying to be that face. I wasn't even really me them; I was just being the way I looked, the way people wanted.

To Vik Lovell who told me dragons did not exist, then led me to their lairs.

If you've got love in your heart, whatever you do from that moment out is likely to be right. If you've got that one true note ringing inside you, then whatever you do is going to be OK.

He knows that there's no better way in the world to aggravate somebody who's trying to make it hard for you than by acting like you're not bothered.