I was always so relieved that anyone wants to publish anything I've written.

Stories you read when you're the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called. Sometimes you'll forget precisely what happened, but if a story touches you it will stay with you, haunting the places in your mind that you rarely ever visit.

Remember your name. Do not lose hope ---what you seek will be found.

I don't think I'm mainstream. I think what I am is lots and lots of different cults. And when you get lots and lots of small groups who like you a lot, they add up to a big group without ever actually becoming mainstream.

I sat in the dark and thought: There’s no big apocalypse. Just an endless procession of little ones.

What do I do now?” “I don’t know. Fade away, perhaps. Or find another role.

You can't run away from home without destroying somebody's world.