As I wouldn't wear a costume, I couldn't imagine him wanting to wear one. And seeing that the greater part of my wardrobe is black (It's a sensible colour. It goes with anything. Well, anything black)[...].

If you want to imagine the future, imagine a boy and his dog and his friends. And a summer that never ends.

I would not wish to marry someone who had already been married. It would be,' she opined, 'like having someone else break in one's own pony.

Stories you read when you're the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called. Sometimes you'll forget precisely what happened, but if a story touches you it will stay with you, haunting the places in your mind that you rarely ever visit.

A story only matters, I suspect, to the extent that the people in the story change.

I love learning. I tend to stop doing things once I get good at them, and to try something else I'm not as good at, leaving a bunch of fans going, "But he was really good at that. Why isn't he still doing it?"

The converse held reassuringly true: daylight was safe. Daylight was always safe.