Nobody actually looks like what they really are on the inside.
Never trust the storyteller. Only trust the story.
Liza Hempstock, who had been Bod's friend for the last six years, was different in another way; she was less likely to be there for him when Bod went down to the nettle patch to see her, and on the ra...
It’s an artist’s job to show people the world they live in. We hold up mirrors.
It’s a way of talking about lust without talking about lust, he told them. It is a way of talking about sex, and fear of sex, and death, and fear of death, and what else is there to talk about?
It is sometimes a mistake to climb. It is always a mistake to never make the attempt.
In May I received an anonymous Mother’s Day card. This puzzled me. I would have noticed if I had ever had children, surely?
If there is a moral to this part of the story, and I distrust morals in the same way that I distrust beginnings, it is simply this: know that with which you deal.
Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end.
I was not so old that I would deny my own senses.
I believe I have the right to think and say the wrong things. I believe your remedy for that should be to argue with me or to ignore me, and that I should have the same remedy for the wrong things tha...
I am hope.
He shivered. His coat was thin, and it was obvious he would not get his kiss, which he found puzzling. The manly heroes of the penny dreadfuls and shilling novels never had these problems getting kiss...
Fiction allows us to slide into these other heads, these other places, and look out through other eyes. And then in the tale we stop before we die, or we die vicariously and unharmed, and in the world...
Even nothing cannot last forever.
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
Chicago happened slowly, like a migraine.
America was, to them, the place that good people went to when they died. They were prepared to believe just about anything could happen in America.
Adult helplessness destroys children. Or it forces them to become tiny adults of their own.
I decided that a story was anything that I made up that kept the reader turning the pages or watching, and did not leave the reader or the viewer feeling cheated at the end.