Anyone who believes what a cat tells him deserves all he gets.

I can believe things that are true and things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not.

There are little pockets of old time in London, where things and places stay the same, like bubble in amber.

I suspect that most authors don't really want criticism, not even constructive criticism. They want straight-out, unabashed, unashamed, fulsome, informed, naked praise, arriving by the shipload every fifteen minutes or so.

Everything he had ever done that had been better left undone. Every lie he had told — told to himself, or told to others. Every little hurt, and all the great hurts. Each one was pulled out of him, detail by detail, inch by inch. The demon stripped away the cover of forgetfulness, stripped everything down to truth, and it hurt more than anything.

Finish what you're writing. Whatever you have to do to finish it, finish it.

You get on with your own life. Lettie gave it to you. You just have to grow up and try and be worth it.