When you have children, your perspective on the parent-child relationship alters.

You can't have modern states based on ideas which have been out of date for a thousand years.

One minute you've got a lucky star watching over you and the next instant it's done a bunk.

[My work] is a love song to our mongrel selves.

Khattam-Shud,' he said slowly, 'is the Arch-Enemy of all Stories, even of language itself. He is the Prince of Silence and the Foe of Speech. And because everything ends, because dreams end, stories end, life ends, at the finish of everything we use his name. "It's finished," we tell one another, "it's over. Khattam-Shud: The End.

If Woody Allen were a Muslim, he'd be dead by now.

If a birth is the fall-out from the explosion caused by the union of two unstable elements, then perhaps a half-life is all we can expect.