Writing is one of the few careers for which you essentially train yourself, the other two major ones being juggling and pickpocketing.
Debbie had to get up and slice me a thick piece of cake before she could answer. And I do mean thick. Harry Potter volume seven thick. I could have knocked out a burglar with this piece of cake. Once I tasted it, though, it seemed just the right size.
Claim whatever you want. Say you only want a happy family or a successful career or a big house. I say: no, that’s not what you want. You’ll settle for those things, but you really want a monkey that does your evil bidding. Pullman is a genius just for this.
It’s always easier to say good-bye when you know it’s just a prelude to hello.
You can never visit the same place twice. Each time, it’s a different story. By the very act of coming back, you wipe out what came before.
And if we get caught, I will claim I made you go. At gunpoint. I am American. People will assume I’m armed.
I have no phobias. Phobias are irrational. My fears are rational and CAREFULLY CULTIVATED, like roses.
Keep calm and carry on. Also, stay in and hide because the Ripper is coming.
The funny thing about stop signs is that they’re also start signs.
Salt. Wound. Together at last.