The irritating question they ask us -- us being writers -- is: Where do you get your ideas?And the answer is: Confluence. Things come together. The right ingredients and suddenly:
The black bird cocked its head to one side, and then said, in a voice like stones being struck, 'You shadow man.''I'm Shadow,' said Shadow. The bird hopped up onto the fawn's rump, raised its head, ru...
Talk is free but the wise man chooses when to spend his words.
Sister Mary chose that moment to come in with the tea. Satanist or not, she'd also found a plate and arranged some iced biscuits on it.
Now all we have to worry about is all the other books, and, of course, life, which is huge and complicated and will not warn you before it hurts you. Thank you for coming. Enjoy the things that never...
Note for Americans and other aliens: Milton Keynes is a new city approximately halfway between London and Birmingham. It was built to be modern, efficient, healthy, and, all in all, a pleasant place t...
Not gay, just never met the right woman.
Lies and half-truths fall like snow, covering the things that I remember, the things I saw. A landscape, unrecognizable after a snowfall; that is that she has made of my life.
It's easier to lie to yourself when you say things out loud.
It stared at them, and it paused for a hundred years, which transpired in a dozen heart beats.
In the manner of one recognizing a line from a familiar poem in a strange book.
If you were close enough to her ruby-red lips you would hear her say, 'I will rise now and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek the one I love.' She is whispering that,...
If I could talk about it, I would not have to do it. I make art.
I'm a mother, said her mother, in her foodless flat where the dust did not dare to settle, and I know what I know.
I have heard the languages of apocalypse, and now I shall embrace the silence.
He sighed. It was a long sigh, weary and worldly-wise. The kind of sigh you could picture God heaving after six days of hard work and looking forward to some serious cosmic R&R, only to be handed a re...
Even in dreams and in death, a monk and a fox are from different worlds, as they were in life, and in different worlds they will forever stay
Do not lose hope — what you seek will be found. Trust ghosts. Trust those that you have helped to help you in their turn. Trust dreams. Trust your heart, and trust your story. (from 'Instructions')
But time heals. Or at least it forms scabs.
But how can you walk away from something and still comeback to it?Easy, said the cat. Think of somebody walking around theworld. You start out walking away from something and end upcoming back to it.S...