My work explores the frontier between rationalism and superstition and the wavering boundary between the two.

The best tip for writing is just to write; to sit down and write, to begin doing it and not to be scared by the blank page.

Anything seems possible at night when the rest of the world has gone to sleep.

Everybody's got the seam of goodness in them, Kit," said Grandpa. "Just a matter of whether it can be found and brought out into the light.

A good bookshop is not just about selling books from shelves, but reaching out into the world and making a difference.

Writing will be like a journey, every word a footstep that takes me further into undiscovered land.

And what is wrong with playing with words? Words love to be played with, just like children or kittens do!

I sit in my tree I sing like the birds My beak is my pen My songs are my poems.

Words should wander and meander. They should fly like owls and flicker like bats and slip like cats. They should murmur and scream and dance and sing.

We come to a lamp beside the pathway, and suddenly we stop walking, and we start to dance, and we glitter in the shafts of light, like stars, like flies, like flakes of dust.

We have to allow ourselves to see what there is to see, and we have to imagine.

I love the pure, peaceable, and impartial Christianity of Christ: I therefore hate the corrupt, slaveholding, women-whipping, cradle-plundering, partial and hypocritical Christianity of this land.

The future is dependent on the decisions you make today.

Being human was a lot more difficult than it looked. Demon was easy. Demon was simple. Human was…terrifying." Muse

I like to run on the beach. It's a different exercise as well when you're in sand, a different kind of training.

I knew from the second I stepped onstage. I was like, yep, this is what I want to do.

When ancient opinions and rules of life are taken away, the loss cannot possibly be estimated. From that moment, we have no compass to govern us, nor can we know distinctly to what port to steer.

We don't stop loving people just because we hate them, but we don't stop hating them either.

Words are small straitjackets when put around creative flourishes and maneuverings.

She was like a crinkled poppy; with the desire to drink dry dust.

The crux... is that the vast majority of the mass of the universe seems to be missing.