He was giving me enough rope to hang myself with. Apparently he didn't realize that once a noose is tied it will fit one neck as easily as another.

If I seem to wander, if I seem to stray, remember that true stories seldom take the straightest way

The air was heavy with the smell of leather and dust, of old parchment and binding glue. It smelled of secrets.

I have, of course, been called many other things. Most of them uncouth, although very few were unearned

Only priests and fools are fearless and I've never been on the best of terms with God.

I was just wondering why you're here.

If you open the door and realize things like the fact that Batman is occupying the same narrative space that Robin Hood used to fill 400 years ago, then you have the freedom to ignore the pointless "what is literature" discussion and just talk about stories.