Sometimes the only thing you could do for people was to be there.

His sister had been sent down to the village to ask Mistress Garlick the witch how you stopped spelling recommendation.

I think you should be proud of not being worse than just deeply introverted and socially maladjusted.

Wisdom is one of the few things that looks bigger the further away it is.

Fantasy doesn't have to be fantastic. American writers in particular find this much harder to grasp. You need to have your feet on the ground as much as your head in the clouds. The cute dragon that sits on your shoulder also craps all down your back, but this makes it more interesting because it gives it an added dimension.

One of the recurring philosophical questions is: 'Does a falling tree in the forest make a sound when there is no one to hear?' Which says something about the nature of philosophers , because there is always someone in a forest. It may only be a badger, wondering what that cracking noise was, or a squirrel a bit puzzled by all the scenery going upwards, but someone.

There was no himself in himself.