The short story is still like the novel's wayward younger brother, we know that it's not respectable - but I think that can also add to the glory of it.

You can take for granted that people know more or less what a street, a shop, a beach, a sky, an oak tree look like. Tell them what makes this one different.

It’s an artist’s job to show people the world they live in. We hold up mirrors.

If you want to call it that. But it is a very specific sort of magic. There's a magic you take from death. Something leaves the world, something else comes into it.

To be Despair. It is a portrait. Only close your eyes and feel.

Being brave doesn't mean you aren't scared. Being brave means you are scared, really scared, badly scared, and you do the right thing anyway.

Richard did not believe in angels, he never had. He was damned if he was going to start now. Still, it was much easier not to believe in something when it was not actually looking directly at you and saying your name.