When anything goes digital, let alone something as immaterial as a book, there is a tendency to see it as just in the air to be taken, and to lose the sense that somebody once made it.

The real art is not to come up with extraordinary clever words but to make ordinary simple words do extraordinary things. To use the language that we all use and to make amazing things occur.

Happiness quells thought. And work quells thought.

Literature is the voice of the human heart.

People die when curiosity goes.

I can do hieroglyphics in the margin. There are days when I really enjoy the flow of ink. I mean, nice pen, ink straight on to the page.

What we wish upon the future is very often the image of some lost, imagined past.

I like the world we've got. If there is anything special and magical, I have to find it in the ordinary stuff.

Possibly he knew, as he wrote this, that he was mad - because inside every madman sits a little sane man saying 'You're mad, you're mad.'

I share my name with an aerobatic bird that can whiz across a whole summer sky in seconds. A swift is so equipped for speed that it can scarcely cope with being stationary.

I do my thinking while I walk. It just loosens up the mind in the way that you don't get when you are sitting at a desk.

The most telling and profound way of describing the evolution of the universe would undoubtedly be to trace the evolution of love.

To come out and meet kids who have my books in their hands is kind of amazing.

I mean, I'm willing to do anything with Chris Chulack - he's one of my favorite directors I've ever worked with, and I just think he's a fantastic man, and a great creator, and a good friend.

Everyone knows that I'm all in favour of apprenticeships, but let me tell you this is no time for a novice.

Silently, God opens his golden eyes over the place of skulls.

You must have goals in your life, or otherwise be prepared to be used by those who do have them.

You start to do shows and people come up to me and say, "I wish more people were here, how come more people aren't here?" and that just starts to get a little.

I am an expert in the 'art of the possible.'

He turned to face her again, his late-pretty composure crumbling. "But you're..." "Pretty? Think again." She smiled. "I'm Tally Youngbood. My mind is very ugly. And I'm taking your car.

It is time for blacks to begin the shift from a wartime to a peacetime identity, from fighting for opportunity to the seizing of it.