If something wants to be a story, it will be.

What folly takes light through ether to each eye from every horizon.

Homeopathy seemed . . . both mathematical and poetic.

In some ways I'm a frustrated scientist or mathematician. The amount of times I've thought I'd go back to university and do theoretical physics because I like the big questions, but really I know now that that's not quite me. What's me is to do it in novels.

Living for ever would be like marrying yourself, with no possibility of a divorce.

Sometimes you have to trust grownups, perhaps more so when they are not there to actually supervise you.

You tell them what a happy ending consists of, which is always individual success. You tell them that nothing irrational exists in this world, which is a lie. You tell them that conflict only exists only to be neatly resolved, and that everyone who is poor wants to be rich, and everyone who is ill wants to get better, and everyone who gets involved in crime comes to a bad end, and that love should be pure. You tell them that despite all this they are special, that the world revolves around them.