It seems like every time I agree to work with a video game company they go out of business. I stopped because I was starting to feel guilty.

They also held that the way to salvation was to give way to lust and temptation in all things. And no greater percentage of them turned up here than of any other religion. Amusing, isn't it?

My people, we stay indoors. We have keyboards. We have darkness. It's quiet.

A book is a dream that you hold in your hands.

The future had suddenly become unknowable: anything could happen: the train of my life had jumped the rails and headed off across the fields and coming down the lane with me, then.

Stories are made up by people who make them up. If they work, they get retold. There's the magic of it.

Never a possession, always the possessor, with skin as pale as smoke, and eyes tawny and sharp as yellow wine: Desire is everything you have ever wanted. Whoever you are. Whatever you are. Everything.