I know, said November. He was pale and thin lipped. He helped October out of the wooden chair. I like your stories. Mine are always too dark.I don’t think so, said October. It’s just that your nights...
I have always felt that violence was the last refuge of the incompetent, and empty threats the last sanctuary of the terminally inept.
I had to persuade a dog to swallow a pill. I twittered for advice and I got suggestion after suggestion. Most of them didn't work. 'Put the pill in the sausage.' No - that doesn't work. 'Cheese.' No.T...
I do not know what you were like as a wood-nymph, madam, but you are a magnificent tree.
I decided that I would do my best in the future not to write books just for money. If you didn't get the money then you didn't have anything. If I did the work I was proud of and I didn't get the mone...
I believe we have an obligation to read for pleasure, in private and in public places. If we read for pleasure, if others see us reading, then we learn, we exercise our imaginations. We show others th...
I believe that you have the absolute right to think things that I find offensive, stupid, preposterous or dangerous, and that you have the right to speak, write, or distribute these things, and that I...
I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too.
I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies.
I am frightened of nothing.Nothing?Nothing.Are you extremely frightened of nothing?Absolutely terrified of it.I have nothing in my pockets. Would you like to see it?No, I most definitely would not.
However you must have sensed a lurking 'but' skulking beneath my happy, blithe, and chipper exterior. A minuscule vexation, like the teeniest lump of raw liver sticking to the inside of my boot.
How can you be happy in this world? You have a hole in your heart. You have a gateway inside you to lands beyond the world you know. They will call you, as you grow.
He was painfully shy, which, as is often the manner of the painfully shy, he overcompensated for by being too loud at the wrong times.
He had noticed that events were cowards: they didn't occur singly, but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once.
He had a hundred arms that broke into a hundred thousand fingers, and all of his fingers reached up into the sky. The weight of the sky was heavy on his shoulders.
HMS Belfast is a gunship of 11,000 tons, commissioned in 1939, which saw active service in the Second World War. Since then it has been moored on the south bank of the Thames, in postcard-land, betwee...
George R.R. Martin is not your bitch.
For tea she went down to see Misses Spink and Forcible. She had three digestive biscuits, a glass of limeade, and a cup of weak tea. The limeade was very interesting. It didn't taste anything like lim...
Fiction is the lie that tells the truth, after all.
Fear is contagious. You can catch it. Sometimes all it takes is for someone to say that they're scared for the fear to become real. Mo was terrified, and now Nick was too.