the year she had run fleetly through the dewy grass under the moon- the night of wine, when dreams condensed out of thin air like the nightmilk of fantasy.

Luck's the word those with poor hearts use for ka.

It's a tough life if you don't weaken.

Nobody likes a clown at midnight

I enjoy going back and forth between plays and novels. It`s like having a wife and a mistress. Books are the wife; plays, the mistress.

Come on back and we’ll see if you remember the simplest thing of all – how it is to be children, secure in belief and thus afraid of the dark.

I love music, and I can play a little. But anyone can see the difference between someone who's talented and someone that's not.