Sometimes we can choose the paths we follow. Sometimes our choices are made for us. And sometimes we have no choice at all.

So," he asked. "How's death?" "Hard," she said. "It just keeps going.

I am amiable. Vague. Puzzled. Messy-haired.

Fiction gives us empathy: it puts us inside the minds of other people, gives us the gifts of seeing the world through their eyes. Fiction is a lie that tells us true things, over and over.

Love isn't quite desire... Love is probably a little bit in The Sandman's domain. Love is partly a dream, it's partly to do with desire, and sometimes it's partly to do with death, as well. It's also very often something to do with delirium.

What would be the fun in doing things you know are going to work?

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