She smiled again. "Do you like cat?" she said. "Yes," said Richard. "I quite like cats." Anaesthesia looked relieved. "Thigh?" she asked, "or breast?

Libraries are our friends.

I imagine the world dividing into the people who want to feed their children, and the ones shooting at them.

The things that really change the world, according to Chaos theory, are the tiny things. A butterfly flaps its wings in the Amazonian jungle, and subsequently a storm ravages half of Europe.

I hope the strong women out there aren't quiet and they don't go away, because when people attack you for speaking, the best way to drive them nuts is to smile and carry on speaking, louder, more wisely, more intensely, more articulately than ever.

The war had begun and nobody saw it. The storm was lowering and nobody knew it.

Perhaps this is the ultimate freedom, eh, Dreamlord? The freedom to leave.