That’s the thing about destiny: It can’t be predicted, and it’s usually pretty odd.
People don’t change just because you know more about them.
I wished I could share my own optimism.
Everything comes to an end. A good bottle of wine, a summer’s day, a long-running sitcom, one’s life, and eventually our species. The question for many of us is not that everything will come to an end but when. And can we do anything vaguely useful until it does?
Writing needs to be practiced; there is a limit to how much can be gleaned from a teacher or a manual. The true essence of writing is out there, in the world, and inside, within yourself. To write, you have to give.
Sometimes choice is a luxury that fate does not afford us.
The industrial age had only just begun; the planet had reached its Best Before date.
Lesson one in time travel, Thursday. First of all, we are all time travellers. The vast majority of us manage only one day per day.
Death and the end of one’s life are two very different things indeed.
Love isn’t sensible, Red. I think that’s the point.
I’ve got six months to sort out the hackers, get the Japanese knotweed under control and find an acceptable form of narcissus.
Sometimes, a word succeeds beyond the wildest dreams of its creators, like a virus sent into the world to infect common speech.
The universe always moves from an ordered state to a disordered one; that a glass may fall to the ground and shatter yet you never see a broken glass reassemble itself and then jump back on the table.
If you even think about asking Harry Potter for an autograph, your day ends right now.
Defiance through compliance.
People who read my books have an open mind when it comes to new, bizarre, interesting and exciting ideas.
It took me ten years and seven books to bag an agent – it took me that long to start writing good.
I work very much on the principle that anything created by mankind has mischief and error hardwired into its inception.
Every book should have a romance.
Our notions of self-determination are, on the whole, something of a myth. We are governed almost exclusively by our own peculiar habits, which makes those who rail against them that much more remarkable.