Chantal is having a relationship with a sentence. Just one of those things. A chance meeting that grew into something important for the both of them.

In my dream, it was the tongue of what is, and anything spoken in it becomes real, because nothing said in that language can be a lie. It is the most basic building brick of everything.

A god's relationship to the world, even a world in which he was walking, was about as emotionally connected as that of a computer gamer playing with knowledge of the overall shape of the game and armed with a complete set of cheat codes.

Writers are liars my dear, surely you know that by now?

Libraries are our friends.

Often you will discover that the harder you work, and the more wisely you work, the luckier you get. But there is luck, and it helps.

None of us exist in a world that is the same world that any of the rest of us live in. The world that's important is the world behind each of our eyes, which is something that none of the rest of us can access.