I don't teach lies, but I do not teach all I know is true.

Do you become in visible?' 'No. I'm there, if you know how to look. I stand between the place you look at and the place you see. Behind what you expect to see. If you expect to see me, you do. I listen in places where no one expects me to be.

It’s an odd thing, happiness. Some people take happiness from gold. Or black pearls. And some of us, far more fortunate, take their happiness from periwinkles.

Imagination is the golden-eyed monster that never sleeps. It must be fed; it cannot be ignored.

Love is an obsolete emotion, ranking in usefulness somewhere between earwigs and toe mold.

But even in the schoolyard I'd been aware of that silence, that reserve in him, as though he'd been raised by foxes and language was his second language.

Words, he decided, were inadequate at best, impossible at worst. They meant too many things. Or they meant nothing at all.