I can't make sense out of that girl, " he said to the bard, "Can you?" "Never mind, " Fflewddur said, "We aren't really expected to.

Do you not believe that animals know grief and fear and pain? The world of men is not an easy one for them.

No, no, " said Taran slowly, "It would be folly to think of attacking them." He smiled quickly at Fflewddur. "The bards would sing of us, " he admitted, "but we'd be in no position to appreciate it.

Gwydion stood as a wolf at bay, his green eyes glittering, his teeth bared.

You are judged many times more by what you give assent to others doing than what you do yourself.

oYu begin with other people's stories and end up with your own.

...you ask me why I compare you to stars - it's simple - that's where your goddess has fled...

The opportunity that God sends does not wake up him who is asleep.

She can feel his blood, just beneath his skin; when he breathes, the air fills with smoke. He's like a dragon, ancient and fearless.

Old Hank would be proud, and Elvis would too, cause we like our country mixed with some big city blues.

I like characters who have faults. I'm drawn to darker people.

My major problem with the world is a problem of scarcity in the midst of plenty ... of people starving while there are unused resources ... people having skills which are not being used.

When I was 14, I saw someone getting their face and wrists slashed with a knife in a pub in Catford. Nobody lifted a finger. That's when I realised that violence wasn't funny. At all.

One night a father overheard his son pray: Dear God, make me the kind of man my Daddy is. Later that night, the father prayed, Dear God, make me the kind of man my son wants me to be.