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

Diana used to tell me she had a travel jinx, something I only really started to believe when the plane door fell off.

He stared up at the stars: and it seemed to him then that they were dancers, stately and graceful, performing a dance almost infinite in its complexity.

I have heard the languages of apocalypse, and now I shall embrace the silence.

She had such unusual eyes. They made me think of the seaside, and so I called her Ocean, and could not have told you why.

I noticed a long time ago that the Universe rewards belief systems. It doesn't really matter what you believe - it'll be there and waiting for you if you go and look for it. Decide the universe is, say, run by secret enormous teddy bears, and I can guarantee you'll immediately start running across evidence that this is true.

I would not wish to marry someone who had already been married. It would be,' she opined, 'like having someone else break in one's own pony.