From meetings and partings none can ever escape. Nor from magic.

There are so many places we have not yet seen. So many people still to meet.

I realized the other day that about the only author I genuinely read for pure pleasure is one of the worst authors in the world, a guy called Harry Stephen Keeler, a long dead American mystery writer. He was probably the greatest bad writer America ever produced.

I already killed you once today, what does it take to teach some people?

I'm willing to make a fool out of myself in public. I'm also willing to make those mistakes that you're going to make the first time you go out, so hopefully the next time it will be better.

Whatever it takes to finish things, finish. You will learn more from a glorious failure than you ever will from something you never finished.

I tend to think of fear and humour as very, very close together. And to be honest I think pornography completes the triangle, because they are things that to work need to evoke a certain reaction.