The converse held reassuringly true: daylight was safe. Daylight was always safe.

Some people have great ideas maybe once or twice in their life, and then they discover electricity or fire or outer space or something. I mean, the kind of brilliant ideas that change the whole world. Some people never have them at all... I get them two or three times a week.

"Some things may change," said Wednesday, abruptly. "People, however... People stay the same."

There was no moon but the night sky was a riot of crisp and glittering autumn stars. There were streetlights too and lights on buildings and on bridges which looked like earthbound stars and they glimmered repeated as they were reflected with the city in the night water of the Thames. It’s fairyland thought Richard.

Writing is flying in dreams. When you remember. When you can. When it works. It's that easy.

Nothing [the demon] could think up was half as bad as the stuff [people] thought up themselves. They seemed to have a talent for it. It was built into their design somehow. They were born into a world that was against them in a thousand little ways, and then devoted most of their energies to making it worse.

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