What need, Dunstan wondered, could someone have of the storm-filled eggshells?
Not only are there no happy endings,' she told him, 'there aren't even any endings.
Itโs easier to kill people, when youโre dead yourself. I mean, itโs not such a big deal. Youโre not so prejudiced any more.
Without dreams, there could be no despair.
What would be the fun in doing things you know are going to work?
I wanted to be an author as far back as I can remember, mixed with occasional bouts of wanting to be a werewolf when I grew up. But mostly, when I daydreamed, it was about being an author.