The dream might have been more than a dream. It was as if a door in the wall of reality had come ajar... and now all sorts of unwelcome things were flying through.

Working with him was sort of like trying to defuse a bomb with somebody standing behind you and every now and then clashing a pair of cymbals together. In a word, upsetting.

They had discovered one could grow as hungry for light as for food.

The greatest mystery the universe offers is not life but Size.

I get inspiration, a lot of times, from very commonplace things that just strike a chord and develop themselves in the subconscious.

Time was a face on the water, and like the great river before them, it did nothing but flow.

Death is a mystery, and burial is a secret.