Remember: There's a reason the fairy godmother gave Cinderella two glass slippers.

Love had to be deeper than that, than a glance over tea, which was indicative but not dispositive.

That's what novels are: They're amalgams of archetypes, collections of random traits one observes in other people through life, blended into fresh characters.

...she would have walked all the way up to East Sixty-Third Street, and probably 163rd Street, if it meant pouring even more into this memory that wasn't a memory.

Just stay close to us. If we get in trouble, we'll kill everything.

When you explore your fears then you set yourself free.

Where there is love, nothing is too much trouble and there is always time.

There are plenty of people over there who understand the difference. And there are plenty of people over here who understand the difference. It's still one world and it has been for a long time.

On a street of right and wrong in every inch of sadness, rocks and tanks go hand in hand with madness.

I don't like abrasion while I'm working. I don't thrive on chaos. I enjoy what I'm doing, and it seems to work better when I am enjoying it.

Imprecision is tolerable and verisimilar in literature, because we always tend towards it in life.

What if it should be God's plan to people the world with better and finer material?

I was quite creative at school, and was also interested in fashion , but I was shy - I'm still not the loudest of people, believe it or not.

I'm a reluctant writer of non-fiction, in part because I don't really feel qualified.