People who believe they'll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, learn it doesn't work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.

All good technology should be used to piss off people's parents.

I toyed briefly with an image someone once mentioned to me, of a village in the shadow of a twin-peaked mountain. In the morning the sun rises. At lunch it sets behind the mountain. In the early afternoon it rises once more. The cocks crow for the second time, and later the sun sets again. No. One peak. Metaphors should not be belaboured.

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness.

I was not scared of anything, when I read my book.

Set your fantasies in the here and now and then, if challenged, claim to be writing Magical Realism.

Dreams shape the world