Diana used to tell me she had a travel jinx, something I only really started to believe when the plane door fell off.

And, selfish and scared, I wonder how much more he has to give.

And there never was an apple, in Adam's opinion, that wasn't worth the trouble you got into for eating it.

He shivered. His coat was thin, and it was obvious he would not get his kiss, which he found puzzling. The manly heroes of the penny dreadfuls and shilling novels never had these problems getting kissed.

On the whole, anything that gets you writing and keeps you writing is a good thing. Anything that stops you writing is a bad thing.

Songs remain. They last...A song can last long after the events and the people in it are dust and dreams and gone. That's the power of songs.

If you want to call it that. But it is a very specific sort of magic. There's a magic you take from death. Something leaves the world, something else comes into it.