It’s easy to get work. But people who KEEP work in a freelance world – and more and more it is freelance – it’s because their work is good and because they’re easy to get...

exists for him chiefly as a body in a sequence of hotel rooms.

You’re weird,’ she said. ‘You don’t have any friends.”I didn’t come here for friends,’ said Bod truthfully. “i came here to learn.’Mo’s nose twitched. “Do you know how weird that is?’ she asked. “Nobody comes...

Google can bring you back 100,000 answers. A librarian can bring you back the right one.

Everybody going to be dead one day, just give them time.

You’re alive, Bod. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything. If you can change the world, the world will change. Potential. Once you’re dead, it’s gone. Over. You’ve...

I must confess, I have always wondered what lay beyond life, my dear.Yeah, everybody wonders. And sooner or later everybody gets to find out.

We who make stories know that we tell lies for a living. But they are good lies that say true things, and we owe it to our readers to build them as best we can....

It doesn’t matter that you didn’t believe in us,” said Mr. Ibis. “We believed in you.

If I could talk about it, I would not have to do it. I make art.

Adventures are all very well in their place, but there’s a lot to be said for regular meals and freedom from pain.

It was sometimes said that the grey-and-black mountain range which ran like a spine north to south down that part of Faerie had once been a giant, who grew so huge and so heavy that,...

And your nose is remarkably obvious. As is the rest of your face, young man. As are you. For the sake of all that is holy, empty your mind. Now. You are an empty alleyway....

Memory is the great deceiver. Perhaps there are some individuals whose memories act like tape recordings, daily records of their lives complete in every detail, but I am not one of them. My memory is...

I went down to Safeways, and I bought her a packet of best ground sirloin.

You’re a poem?’ I repeated.She chewed her lower lip. ‘If you want. I am a poem, or I am a pattern, or a race of people whose whose world was swallowed by the sea.”Isn’t it...

And I would try and walk far enough away that people would not assume I was with him.

He had kissed her good night that night, and she had tasted like strawberry daiquiris, and he had never wanted to kiss anyone else again.

I like the stars. It’s the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they’re always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend…I can pretend that things last. I...

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art —...

All bookshelves are magical.

Archimedes said that with a long enough lever and a solid enough place to stand, he could move the world. He could have stood in Mr Young.

Great, big, serious novels always get awards. If it’s a battle between a great, big, serious novel and a funny novel, the funny novel is doomed.

Writing fiction is not a profession that leaves one well-disposed toward reading fiction. One starts out loving books and stories, and then one becomes jaded and increasingly hard to please. I read less and less...

Only the Gods are real.

Hell may have all the best composers, but heaven has all the best choreographers.

If you only write when inspired, you may be a fairly decent poet, but you’ll never be a novelist.

DEATH: “Mostly they aren’t too keen to see me. They fear the sunless lands. But they enter your realm each night without fear.”MORPHEUS: “And I am far more terrible than you, sister.

Writing may or may not be your salvation; it might or might not be your destiny. But that does not matter. What matters right now are the words, one after another. Find the next word....

Fictions are merely frozen dreams, linked images with some semblance of structure. They are not to be trusted, no more than the people who create them.

I have dreamed of that song, of the strange words to that simple rhyme-song, and on several occasions I have understood what she was saying, in my dreams. In those dreams I spoke that language...

Touched by her fingers, the two surviving chocolate people copulate desperately, losing themselves in a melting frenzy of lust, spending the last of their brief borrowed lives in a spasm of raspberry cream and fear.

Mostly you are what they think you are.

If we do not fight to create a future there will be no future for any of us.

That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed.

In the shower today I tried to think about the best advice I’d ever been given by another writer. There was something that someone said at my first Milford, about using style as a covering,...

People take on the shapes of the songs and the stories that surround them, especially if they don’t have their own song.

The ball of dark fur pressed itself into my chest, and I wished she was my kitten, and knew that she was not.

You are young, and in love,” said Primus. “Every young man in your position is the most miserable young man who ever lived.

The Doctor: Sorry, do you have a name?Idris: Seven hundred years and finally he asks. The Doctor: But what do I call you?Idris: I think you call me… Sexy? The Doctor: [embarrassed] Only when we’re...

Can’t make an omelette without killing a few people.

is not a big, solid, serious book.

Life – and I don’t suppose I’m the first to make this comparison – is a disease: sexually transmitted, and invariably fatal.

There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won’t remember and that she can’t even let herself think about because that’s when the birds scream and the worms crawl...

Oh … My twitchy witchy girl I think you are so nice, I give you bowls of porridge And I give you bowls of ice-cream.

Kiss a lover, Dance a measure, Find your name And buried treasure. Face your life, It’s pain, It’s pleasure, Leave no path untaken.

Do not lose hope — what you seek will be found. Trust ghosts. Trust those that you have helped to help you in their turn. Trust dreams. Trust your heart, and trust your story. (from...

I took the dog out for a walk tonight, and together we wandered across the meadow next door. It was a warm summer’s night, dark, and moonless. There were a handful of fireflies flickering intermittently,...

I would feel infinitely more comfortable in your presence if you would agree to treat gravity as a law, rather than one of a number of suggested options.

If you only write when you’re inspired you may be a fairly decent poet, but you’ll never be a novelist because you’re going to have to make your word count today and those words aren’t...