Idris: Are all people like this? The Doctor: Like what? Idris: So much bigger on the inside.

An Angel who did not so much Fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards.

We live in a world in which the only utopian visions arrive in commercial breaks: magical visions of an impossibly hospitable world, peopled by bright-eyed attractive men, women, children... Where nobody dies... In my worlds people died. And I thought that was honest. I thought I was being honest.

There are people who think that things that happen in fiction do not really happen. These people are wrong.

I don't know. I had to be something, didn't I?

People ask me what my predictions are for publishing and how digital is changing things and I tell them my only real prediction is that is it's all changing. Amazon, Google and all of those things probably aren't the enemy. The enemy right now is simply refusing to understand that the world is changing.

The fallen autumn leaves were slick beneath Bod's feet, and the mists blurred the edges of the world. Nothing was as clean-cut as he had thought it, a few minutes before.