Imagine a famine. Now imagine a piece of bread. Both of these things are real but you happen to be in the same room with only one of them. Put yourself into a different room, that’s what the mind is for.

You think I'm not a goddess? Try me. This is a torch song. Touch me and you'll burn.

The future of the codex book, with pages and so forth? A platform for transmitting narratives. There are others.

The fabric of democracy is always fragile everywhere because it depends on the will of citizens to protect it, and when they become scared, when it becomes dangerous for them to defend it, it can go very quickly.

My parents were gardeners themselves, and perforce they used environmental techniques because it was during the war, and you didn't have the new sorts of chemicals.

Though as he'd say, what is 'belief' but a willingness to suspend the negatives?

we lived in the gaps between the stories