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

I'm bored," she said. "Learn how to tap-dance," he suggested, without turning around.

Start telling the stories that only you can tell.

The Lord of Dreams learns that one must change or die, and makes his decision

I sat in the dark and thought: There’s no big apocalypse. Just an endless procession of little ones.

So the day became one of waiting, which was, he knew, a sin: moments were to be experienced; waiting was a sin against both the time that was still to come and the moments one was currently disregarding.

I believe that stories are incredibly important, possibly in ways we don't understand, in allowing us to make sense of our lives, in allowing us to escape our lives, in giving us empathy and in creating the world that we live in.