Put one word after another. Find the right word, put it down.

Writing's a lot like cooking. Sometimes the cake won't rise, no matter what you do, and every now and again the cake tastes better than you ever could have dreamed it would.

I liked myths. They weren't adult stories and they weren't children's stories. They were better than that. They just were.

I do not threaten, I merely advise caution.

Charitably... I think... sometimes, perhaps, one must change or die. And, in the end, there were, perhaps, limits to how much he could let himself change.

The world seemed to shimmer a little at the edges.

You know what killed off the dinosaurs, Whateley? We did. In one barbecue.