People named Tinkerbell name their daughters Susan.
No milk, I said.No milk, said my sister.I watched my dad think about this. He looked like he was going to suggest that we have something for breakfast that you do not need milk for, like sausages, but...
Picking five favorite books is like picking the five body parts you'd most like not to lose.
Peas baffled me. I could not understand why grown-ups would take things that tasted so good raw, and then put them in tins, and make them revolting.
I will not be my father's dog.
It is good for children to find themselves facing the elements of a fairy tale - they are well-equipped to deal with these
Hey, said Shadow. Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are. The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.Say 'Nevermore,' said Shadow.Fuck you, said the r...
Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel.
Rule number one: Don't fuck with librarians.
Everything had been going so well, he'd had it really under his thumbthese few centuries. That's how it goes, you think you're on top of the world, and suddenly they springArmageddon on you.
I’m just a soul whose intentions are good,’ he sang to the crabs and the spiders and the palmetto beetles and the lizards and the night. ‘Oh lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood.
His beard was all colors, a grove of trees in autumn, deep brown and fire-orange and wine-red, an untrimmed tangle across the lower half of his face. His cheeks were apple-red. He looked like a friend...
It occurred to me then that the man might not be mad; I found this far more disquieting than the alternative.
Soon enough his head would be swimming with tales of derring-do and high adventure, tales of beautiful maidens kissed, of evildoers shot with pistols or fought with swords, of bags of gold, of diamond...
The universe is amply supplied with night.
She tasted the day he lost his first job. She tasted the morning he had awakened, still drunk, in his car, in the middle of a cornfield, and, terrified, had sworn off the bottle for ever. She knee his...
Lives are snowflakes - unique in detail, forming patterns we have seen before, but as like one another as peas in a pod (and have you ever looked at peas in a pod? I mean, really at them? There's not...
It's harder to pick and choose when you're dead. It's like a photograph, you know. It doesn't matter as much.
I'll show you an imaginative re-creation, my fist imaginatively re-creating your fucken face for starters.
I suspect that most authors don't really want criticism, not even constructive criticism. They want straight-out, unabashed, unashamed, fulsome, informed, naked praise, arriving by the shipload every...