Writing is an antisocial act.

Children can ask what adults don't dare to because we don't want to admit we're scared and we don't really want to hear the answers.

writers just kept on staring at nothing until they wrote something. Might be two minutes or two weeks.

Arnold was a dog's dog. Whenever he shuffled along walks and through alleyways, he always gave the impression of being on to something big.

I cleared my throat - it isn't frogs you get in your throat; it's memories.

Elf made his way fuzzily back to the drawer, trying to think nasty thoughts about his tormentor (Mungo the dog) but he couldn't, as he was too little and his mind was formless and without messages.( Elf the tiny kitten Mungo tormented )

And so it continued all day, wynde after wynde, From a room beyond came the whistle of a teakettle. Now, you really must join me. I've some marvelous Darjeeling, and some delicious petit fours a friend of mine gave me for Christmas.