Some of us claim that he was a messiah, and some think that he was just a man with very special powers. But that misses the point. Whatever he was, he changed the world.

There was a hysteria in there, certainly, but there was also the exhaustion of someone who had managed, somehow, to believe several dozen impossible things in the last twenty-four hours, without ever getting a proper breakfast.

Writing is flying in dreams. When you remember. When you can. When it works. It's that easy.

When you start off, you have to deal with the problems of failure. You need to be thickskinned, to learn that not every project will survive.

I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled.

That's the trouble with living things. Don't last very long. Kittens one day, old cats the next. And then just memories. And the memories fade and blend and smudge together.

Google can bring you back 100,000 answers. A librarian can bring you back the right one.