I carried recipes in my head like maps.
The wind always brings us back to the same wall.
I liked her better for showing a little spirit.
Garden work clears the mind.
And so Nat stood up and joined the group, and followed, and watched, and awaited his chance as the light of Chaos lit the plain and gods and demons marched to war.
Their love was something which coloured the air between them like sunlight.
Was it my fault that I got out of hand? – Loki.
This isn’t the first time the world has come to an end, and it won’t be the last either.
Clones fit in. Freaks stand out. Ask me which one I prefer.
You priests. You’re all the same. You think fasting helps you think about God, when anyone who can cook would tell you that fasting just makes you think about food.
The past is an obdurate stranger that puts as many marks on us as we attempt to impose on it.
A named thing is a tamed thing.
Anything that can be dreamed is true.
Sometimes survival is the worst alternative there is.
I’ve nothing against kids reading anything they please, but I do have a problem with pink books for girls and black books for boys.
I’m phobic about the idea of being constrained.
A man may plant a tree for a number of reasons. Perhaps he likes trees. Perhaps he wants shelter. Or perhaps he knows that someday he may need the firewood.
Library-denigrators, pay heed: suggesting that the Internet is a viable substitute for libraries is like saying porn could replace your wife.
I don’t tend to do category fiction very well. One of my problems when I was starting off was that publishers were hesitant to handle my books because they were never sure what I was going to do next.
The dead know everything but they don’t give a damn.