Walk any path in Destiny's garden, and you will be forced to choose, not once but many times.

Coming over from England, I was awe-struck by what Americans do at Halloween. I find it magnificent. In England, you get the occasional fancy dress party.

Nobody will ever hurt her. She’ll just smile her faint vague wonderful smile and walk away.

Hey, that's life, flick it off if you can't take a joke.

Once, I was a poet, and, like all poets, I spent too long in the Kingdom of Dreams.

All fiction is a process of imagining: whatever you write, in whatever genre or medium, your task is to make things up convincingly and interestingly and new.

However you must have sensed a lurking 'but' skulking beneath my happy, blithe, and chipper exterior. A minuscule vexation, like the teeniest lump of raw liver sticking to the inside of my boot.