It's easy, there's a trick to it, you do it or you die.

I always say that if you're a novelist, the challenge is not writing what you think ought to happen, but trying in some way to write what did happen in a world that doesn't necessarily exist.

Identity can be so gelatinous sometimes.

Picking five favorite books is like picking the five body parts you'd most like not to lose.

Night was spreading slowly around the spinning Earth. It should have been full of pinpricks of light. It was not. There were five billion people down there. What was going to happen soon would make barbarism look like a picnic - hot, nasty, and eventually given over to the ants.

She smiled again. "Do you like cat?" she said. "Yes," said Richard. "I quite like cats." Anaesthesia looked relieved. "Thigh?" she asked, "or breast?

Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.