Eyes as black and as shiny as chips of obsidian stared back into his. They were eyes like black holes, letting nothing out, not even information.

When things go wrong, this is what you should do. Make good art.

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

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.

And then he'd tried to become an official Atheist and hadn't got the rock-hard self-satisfied strength of belief even for that.

From meetings and partings none can ever escape. Nor from magic.

This is how you can tell a real photographer: mostly, a real photographer does not say 'I wish I had my camera on me right now'. Instead a real photographer pulls out her camera and takes the photograph.