There was no moon but the night sky was a riot of crisp and glittering autumn stars. There were streetlights too and lights on buildings and on bridges which looked like earthbound stars and they glimmered repeated as they were reflected with the city in the night water of the Thames. It’s fairyland thought Richard.

The search for the word gets no easier but nobody else is going to write your novel for you.

There may be a parallel between woodcuts and radio; radio plays are a living art form everywhere except the USA.

I think...that I would rather recollect a life mis-spent on fragile things than spent avoiding moral debt.

And so there is magic.

I think I would rather be a man than a god. We don’t need anyone to believe in us. We just keep going anyhow. It’s what we do.

Crowley had been extremely impressed with the warranties offered by the computer industry, and had in fact sent a bundle Below to the department that drew up the Immortal Soul agreements, with a yellow memo form attached just saying: "Learn, guys..."