Inside every sane person there's a madman struggling to get out," said the shopkeeper. "That's what I've always thought. No one goes mad quicker than a totally sane person.

Money is an unavoidable consequence, but it isn't the reason I write; if it was, I wouldn't have written any of the YA books, because advances in that field are small compared to what I'd got now for an 'adult' DW.

Next comes the realist phase ("After all, from a purely geometrical point of view a cat is only a tube with a door at the top.")

...the little man's total obliviousness to all forms of danger somehow made danger so discouraged that it gave up and went away.

What I've always said was, hang in there, let me write what I want to write, and you'll probably like it.

People were people, even if they had four legs and had called themselves names like Dangerous Beans, which is the kind of name you gave yourself if you learned to read before you understood what all the words actually meant.

Omens are everywhere in this world you just have to find the one that fits.