I'd love to think that people in the future would gather in theatres, at conventions, and in darkened rooms, and read it out to each other.

Because there are mysteries. Because there are things that people are forbidden to speak about. Because there are things they do not remember.

He..." Richard began. "The marquis. Well, you know, to be honest, he seems a little bit dodgy to me." Door stopped. The steps dead-ended in a rough brick wall. "Mm," she agreed. "He's a little bit dodgy in the same way that rats are a little bit covered in fur.

If I were only allowed to read or enjoy art or listen to music made by people whose opinions and beliefs were the same as mine, I think the world would be a pretty dismal sort of a place.

Stories are the things that allow us to persuade each other that we're human.

Small children believe themselves to be gods, or some of them do, and they can only be satisfied when the rest of the world goes along with their way of seeing things.

He had noticed that events were cowards: they didn't occur singly, but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once.