This wasn't food - it was what food became if it had been good and gone to food heaven.

The city's full of people who you just see around.

Once you have your character sitting right there in your head, all you really need to do is wind them up, put them down, and simply write down what they do, say, or think.

And at the other end of the bar the world is full of the other type of person, who has a broken glass, or a glass that has been carelessly knocked over (usually by one of the people calling for a larger glass) or who had no glass at all, because he was at the back of the crowd and had failed to catch the barman's eye.

There isn't a way things should be. There's just what happens, and what we do.

I'm not really good at fun-to-know, human interest stuff. We're not 'celebrities', whose life itself is a performance. Good or bad or ugly, we are our words. They're what people meet.

Most gods throw dice, but Fate plays chess, and you don't find out til too late that he's been playing with two queens all along.