My books are about killing God.

I had passed through the entire British education system studying literature, culminating in three years of reading English at Oxford, and they'd never told me about something as basic as the importance of point of view in fiction!

The idea hovered and shimmered delicately, like a soap bubble, and she dared not even look at it directly in case it burst. But she was familiar with the way of ideas, and she let it shimmer, looking away, thinking about something else.

No,' he said, 'memory's a poor thing to have. It's your own real hair and mouth and arms and eyes and hands I want. I didn't know I could ever love anything so much.

Sticks and stones, I'll break yer bones, but names ain't worth a quarrel.

We are all subject to the fates. But we must act as if we are not, or die of despair.

Then she was pressing her little proud broken self against his face, as close as she could get, and then they died.