I flicked my eyes over to Steve again and saw him straighten. He would need a diversion just to start. “Explanations?” I bellowed. “Explanations? There’s your explanation…there!” I stabbed a finger dramatically towards the far corner of the room. Pathetic, really. I mean, talk about the oldest trick in the book. But it’s a good book, and the trick would have been cut from subsequent editions if it didn’t sometimes work.

If you go looking for loonies and religious fanatics and dropouts and freaks, I dare say you'll find it.

Books are no more threatened by Kindle than stairs by elevators.

Homosexuals are not interested in making other people homosexuals. Homophobes are interested in making other people homophobes.

Thank you for your input; I can tell you are struggling towards being interesting.

Money and fame are trashy and don't guarantee happiness, but we all refuse really to know it.

Christmas to a child is the first terrible proof that to travel hopefully is better than to arrive.