And I would try and walk far enough away that people would not assume I was with him.

The future came and went in the mildly discouraging way that futures do.

I wish being a beekeeper, which I am, gave you a free pass on the carbon footprint, but it doesn't.

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.

Fiction is the lie that tells the truth, after all.

I do not threaten, I merely advise caution.

Young man," he said, "understand this: there are two Londons. There's London Above―that's where you lived―and then there's London Below―the Underside―inhabited by the people who fell through the cracks in the world. Now you're one of them. Good night.