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It wasn't taking the trip well; cats seldom did, being little furry Republicans with an in-built aversion to change.

Referring to an obsession with Tolkien's Middle Earth): I meet a beautiful American heiress, I like her, she likes me . . . and then she turns out to be a fundamentalist with a more literal interpretation of scripture than I feel comfortable with. Only our bible was written by an Oxford don about sixty years ago.

This plan may be bungled into wreck by fools . The Skaga shaman , p 266 .

The word bara has no gender," I said. "And the world elohim might be plural. What if the real meaning was, 'In the beginning, she created the gods?

A teacher had once told them that men were either beasts, gentlemen, or beasts masquerading as gentlemen. Might there be a fourth category — gentlemen masquerading as beasts?

Angel? Angels didn't sit on the lap of wicked scoundrels-not unless they were the fallen kind.

The prose poem for me becomes a kind of chamber with no way out… a kind of hunt, because what is hunt but a breathing thing caught inside the house or the body or the box without the possibility of an exit?

It is itself a kindness to accept kindness, Doctor.

597 5th Avenue, New York.

F.U.B.A.R is a military acronym

Language upon a silvered tongue affords enchantment enough.

Do not start me on The Da Vinci Code ... a novel so bad that it gives bad novels a bad name. (Discussion at Woodruff Auditorium in Lawrence, KS; October 7, 2005.)

in autobiography, as in all literature, what actually happened is less important than what the author can manage to persuade his audience to believe

Why obliterate the exceptional merely in order to make the outstanding look finer than it was?

My love for Dan Brown knows no bounds. It literally has no mass.

Being God's postman is no fun, yar. Butbutbut: God isn't in this picture. God knows whose postman I've been.

The inconspicuous nine-vehicle motorcade rolled toward Manhattan with motorcycle sirens blaring and lights flashing, attracting no attention at all.

the real world was full of magic, so magical worlds could easily be real.

there were three bad mistakes you could make, but if you made only two of the three you could be forgiven. The mistakes were: to be foreign; to be clever; and to be bad at games.

silence, too, has an echo, hollower and longer-lasting than the reverberations of any sound

You be respectable, sister," she said, "Me, I'll be alive.

That's how it was when I was ten: nothing but trouble outside my head, nothing but miracles inside it.

The key to writing is concentration, not inspiration. It requires deep attention to your characters, to the world they live in, and to the story you have to tell.

He called himself Hristo Dimitarov, but that was a nom de guerre constructed from the names of two celebrated Bulgarian soccer players