If you dare nothing, then when the day is over, nothing is all you will have gained.

How old are you?" asked Door. Richard was pleased she had asked; he would never have dared. "As old as my tongue," said Hunter, primly, "and a little older than my teeth.

For a moment he thought she was about to hit him, which would have been bad, or even start crying, which would have been much, much worse.

I tend to think of fear and humour as very, very close together. And to be honest I think pornography completes the triangle, because they are things that to work need to evoke a certain reaction.

The moment that you feel that just possibly you are walking down the street naked...that's the moment you may be starting to get it right.

Stories are made up by people who make them up. If they work, they get retold. There's the magic of it.

And because nobody's done it before, they haven't made up rules to stop anyone doing that again, yet.