She had heard it said that, before you could understand anybody, you needed to walk a mile in their shoes, which did not make a whole lot of sense, because probably AFTER you had walked a mile in their shoes, you would understand that they were chasing you and accusing you of the theft of a pair of shoes--although, of course, you could probably outrun them, owing to their lack of footwear.

-Oh yes? Can you identify yourself? -Certainly. I'd know me anywhere.

I don't think a baker reads an awful lot about bread.

No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away.

I'm interested in mythology generally, but India has no special place in my heart - although Hindu gods seem a lot more fun.

Stories of imagination tend to upset those without one.

Dickens, as you know, never got round to starting his home page.