There may be fairies, there may be elves, but God helps those who help themselves.

I can remember being home from school with tonsillitis and writing stories in bed to pass the time.

I dreamed of you. I dreamed you were wandering in the dark, and so was I. We found each other. We found each other in the dark.

We don't know the days that will change our lives. Probably just as well.

The idea for a novel is like a little tiny fire in a dark night. And, one by one, the characters come and stand around it and warm their hands.

Of course they had more chains on him than Scrooge saw on Marley's ghost, but he could have kicked up dickens if he'd wanted. That's a pun, son.

Everything in moderation. And that includes a couple of beers a day.