Writing imaginative tales for the young is like sending coals to Newcastle. For coals.

Love me when I least deserve it, because that’s when I really need it.

You're no help," he told the lime. This was unfair. It was only a lime; there was nothing special about it at all. It was doing the best it could.

I tweet, therefore my entire life has shrunk to 140 character chunks of instant event and predigested gnomic wisdom. And swearing.

You’re alive. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything.

Without dreams, there could be no despair.

The one thing that you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you can.