Someone killed my Mother and my Father and my Sister?" "Yes, someone did." "A Man?" "A Man." "Which means," said Bod, "you're asking the wrong question." Silas raised an eyebrow. "How so?" "Well," said Bod. "If I go outside in the world, the question isn't who will keep me safe from him?" "No?" "No. It's who will keep him safe from me?

Is there any person in the world who does not dream? Who does not contain within them worlds unimagined?

I am fascinated a) by transgressive art and b) what happens beyond the boundaries.

There are some dogs which, when you meet them, remind you that, despite thousands of years of man-made evolution, every dog is still only two meals away from being a wolf. These dogs advance deliberately, purposefully, the wilderness made flesh, their teeth yellow, their breath a-stink, while in the distance their owners witter, "He's an old soppy really, just poke him if he's a nuisance," and in the green of their eyes the red campfires of the Pleistocene gleam and flicker.

I really don't know what "I love you" means. I think it means "Don't leave me here alone.

The simplest way to make sure that we raise literate children is to teach them to read, and to show them that reading is a pleasurable activity.

It is neither fair nor unfair, Nobody Owens. It simply is