There are some as are what they are. And there are some as aren't what they seem to be. And there are some as only seem to be what they seem to be.

Words can wound, and wounds can heal.

Like some kind of particularly tenacious vampire the short story refuses to die, and seems at this point in time to be a wonderful length for our generation.

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.

It used to be thought that the events that changed the world were things like big bombs, maniac politicians, huge earthquakes, or vast population movements, but it has now been realized that this is a very old-fashioned view held by people totally out of touch with modern thought. 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 think most things are pretty magical, and that it's less a matter of belief than it is one of just stopping to notice.

Fiction takes us to places that we would never otherwise go, and puts us behind eyes that are not our own.