It's not what I'd want for at my funeral. When I die, I just want them to plant me somewhere warm. And then when the pretty women walk over my grave I would grab their ankles, like in that movie.

He told me not to seek revenge, but to seek the Buddha,' said the fox spirit, sadly. 'Wise counsel,' said the fox of dreams. 'Vegeance can be a road that has no ending. You would be wise to avoid it. And...?' 'I shall seek the Buddha,' said the fox, with a toss of her head. 'But first I shall seek revenge.

There's nothing for getting you good fast like having to be good fast, if that makes any sense.

When I was about ten my favourite article in the huge and mouldering Encyclopedia Britannica we owned (the ninth edition) was the one on Lycanthropy. (Yes, I had a favourite 1890s Britannica article when I was ten. I am now aware this is not entirely usual.)

It's not sipping wine. It's a mourning wine. You drain it. Like this.

There are stories you build and there are stories you construct; then there are the stories that you hack out of rock removing all the things that are not the story.

I think if you decide that any book is about Only One Thing you're probably wrong. Even if that thing is in there.