Writing's a lot like cooking. Sometimes the cake won't rise, no matter what you do, and every now and again the cake tastes better than you ever could have dreamed it would.

“I don't miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, eve…”

“They were waiting for me in the books and in stories, after all, hiding inside …”

“It is only a gesture," he said, turning back to Shadow. "But gestures mean ever…”

“A story that began with, and exists because of, my love of the remoter parts of…”