Everything is complicated if no one explains it to you.

We have to do it for my mum's sake. Because I'm hoping that the last sorry will be to her.

It's strange how quickly the significance of of a certain smell can change, depending on what path it decides to take through the brain. It's strange how close love and fear live to each other.

Or that time she made a snowman in Britt-Marie and Kent’s garden right under their balcony and dressed it up in grown-up clothes so it looked as if a person had fallen from the roof.

Don't people get married because they're full of love and then divorced when they run out of it?" (Elsa)"Did you learn that one in school?" (Mom)"It's my own theory." (Elsa)

Mum is a perfectionist and Dad is a pedant and that was partly why their marriage didn't work so well, Elsa figures. Because a perfectionist and a pedant are two very different things.

There's something quite special about a granny's house. Even if ten or twenty or thirty years go by, you never forget how it smells.

Until there are so many of them that no one dares to chase them anymore. Until they're an army in themselves. Because if a sufficient number of people are different, no one has to be normal.

When it comes to terror, reality’s got nothing on the power of the imagination[.]

You should choose your battles if you can, but if the battle chooses you then kick the sod in his fuse box!

It's going to be a grand adventure and a fairy tale of marvels. But it's my fault that you'll find a dragon at the end, my darling knight.

If ever you want a rainbow in your home, go to Sandwich Glass Museum, and let them put one in your heart too.

...I just don't see anything ever happening in this life that could make me not want you all over my skin

Some dreamers demand that scientists only discover things that can be used for good.

There is no such thing as a free variable.

Everyone, both big and small, can pull their weight, and ensure that the hopes and dreams of every child become realities.

For a sampler, you could try my short story collection "Wireless". Which contains one novella that scooped a Locus award, and one that won a Hugo, and covers a range of different styles.

If people are foolish, they are bound to mix the personality and the Truth, and to build a temple around the personality and form a religion.

I think you should be proud of not being worse than just deeply introverted and socially maladjusted.

I've noticed in England once people reach a certain level they feel they have to get married.