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 love it when my books cause controversy, when people argue violently about the ending.
Our lives are like these things I make. Turn 'em, build 'em, bake 'em in fire. That's what you've been, son. Baked and fired. But a pot don't have the right to choose whether he be for water, wine, or just left empty. You have, son. You have.
I like literature that you respond to in some way. You laugh, you cry, you turn the light on - that's great, it's eliciting a response by proxy.
People reveal so much of their mental processes online, simply because the psychological effect of anonymity just means that a whole raft of inhibitions are left alone when people log on.
I have a tendency to pick up my own challenges. The more difficult something it is, the more I want to try it.
Their love was something which coloured the air between them like sunlight.
I don't listen to music when I'm writing, but I often do when I'm reworking, editing or when I need to relax.
I can write absolutely anywhere. All I need is a laptop.
I am not at all a chocoholic. I would rather eat anchovy toast.
From a very young age my mother persuaded me that I could write for fun, but I had to have a proper job - very good advice.
Before you have children, you mostly think about the world in terms of yourself. And when you become a parent, the focus shifts to somebody else.
I'm not sure I believe in the whole 'ghost-afterlife' thing, but I think places are marked by people who have been there.
I'm not fond of cities: the constant activity and swarms of people.
I think everybody has a secret life.
Places do not lose their identity, however far one travels. It is the heart that begins to erode over time. The face in the hotel mirror seems blurred some mornings, as if by too many casual looks. By ten the sheets will be laundered, the carpet swept. The names on the hotel registers change as we pass. We leave no trace as we pass on. Ghostlike, we cast no shadow.
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.
All those moments, those memories. Everything that we are, compressed in just two or three kilos of paper — the weight of a human heart.
Gods? Don't let that impress you. Anyone can be a god if they have enough worshippers. You don't even have to have powers anymore. In my time I've seen theatre gods, gladiator gods, even storyteller gods - you people see gods everywhere. Gives you an excuse for not thinking for yourselves. God is just a word. Like Fury. like demon, Just words people use for things they don't understand. Reverse it and you get dog. It's just as appropriate.
Was it my fault that I got out of hand? --Loki
You seem to know a lot about it," she said. "And you do subtleties." "Yeah. Like I've always wanted to destroy the Nine Worlds while committing suicide." "Well, there's no need to be rude," protested Sif.
But I rather thought--I mean, I heard you'd killed Balder the Fair." "I never did," snapped Loki crossly. "Well, no one ever proved I did. What happened to the presumption of innocence? Besides, he was supposed to be invulnerable. Was it my fault that he wasn't?
A thing named is a thing tamed.
The dead know everything but they don't give a damn.
Of course I didn't pioneer the use of food in fiction: it has been a standard literary device since Chaucer and Rabelais, who used food wonderfully as a metaphor for sensuality.
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