There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.

Also, in my bedroom, nobody minded if I kept the hall door half-open, allowing in enough light that I was not scared of the dark, and, just as important, allowing me to read secretly, after my bedtime, using the dim hallway light to read by, if I needed to. I always needed to.

It doesn't matter that I can't remember the details any longer: death happened to her. Death happens to all of us.

Notoriety wasn't as good as fame, but was heaps better than obscurity.

When you dream, sometimes you remember. When you wake, you always forget.

Children's fiction is the most important fiction of all.

He had noticed that events were cowards: they didn't occur singly, but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once.