I choose to believe in God, but I have serious doubts.

I'll see you.' He grinned. 'Not if i see you first.

...my basic belief about the making of stories is that they pretty much make themselves.

They walked back into the world together, wearing the gift that had been given them: just life. Pity was not love, Barbie reflected...but if you were a child, giving clothes to someone who was naked had to be a step in the right direction.

I've met talespinners before, Jake, and they're all cut more or less from the same cloth. They tell tales because they're afraid of life.

Dead was the gift that kept on giving. Dead, like diamonds, was forever.

It was the kiss by which all the others of his life would be judged and found wanting.