The entire universe has been neatly divided into things to (a) mate with, (b) eat, (c) run away from, and (d) rocks.

People don't like to say Fantasy they say Magic Realism which means Fantasy written by somebody I went to university with.

Sometimes I feel that the world is made up of sensible people who know the plot and bloody idiots who don't.

If the government ever imposes a tax on books - and I wouldn't put it past them - I'm in dead trouble.

The secret is not to dream," she whispered. "The secret is to wake up. Waking up is harder. I have woken up and I am real. I know where I come from and I know where I'm going. You cannot fool me any more. Or touch me. Or anything that is mine.

Nac Mac Feegle! The Wee Free Men! Nae king! Nae quin! Nae laird! Nae master! We willna' be fooled again!

If complete and utter chaos was lightning, then he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting 'All gods are bastards!