I can't single out one of my books or characters as a favorite. In the same way that I don't have a favorite kidney, my books are organically all part of myself. I might even say that put all together, the books are one ongoing, developing story - which, not coincidentally, happens to be my own lifestory.

Is there not glory enough in living the days given to us? You should know there is adventure in simply being among those we love and the things we love, and beauty, too.

-I'm trying to make myself invisible. -That's an odd thing to attempt.

If a storyteller worried about the facts - my dear Lucian, how could he ever get at the truth?

Most cats do not approach humans recklessly. The possibility of concealed weapons, clods or sticks, tend to make them reserved. Homeless cats in particular-with some justification, unfortunately-consider humans their natural enemies. Much ceremony must be observed, and a number of diplomatic feelers put out, before establishing a state of truce.

How easy it is to think well of ourselves. Until the moment is upon us, we can never be certain.

Do you not believe that animals know grief and fear and pain? The world of men is not an easy one for them.