I remembered something somebody had once said to me. It's okay. Everyday is freshly ground.

I love making things. I love building things. I love the idea that something's in the world that wasn't there before.

People can get involved in wonderfully creative ways that have nothing to do with you, but spark off things you begin with.

Fiction is the lie that tells the truth, after all.

Death and Famine and War and Pollution continued biking towards Tadfield. And Grievous Bodily Harm, Cruelty To Animals, Things Not Working Properly Even After You've Given Them A Good Thumping but secretly No Alcohol Lager, and Really Cool People travelled with them.

Nobody will ever hurt her. She’ll just smile her faint vague wonderful smile and walk away.

Start telling the stories that only you can tell, because there'll always be better writers than you and there'll always be smarter writers than you. There will always be people who are much better at doing this or doing that - but you are the only you.