Then she was pressing her little proud broken self against his face, as close as she could get, and then they died. - Philip Pullman

If you want to write anything that works, you have to go with the grain of your talent, not against it. If your talent is inert and sullen in the face of business or politics...but takes fire at the thought of ghosts and vampires and witches and demons then feed the flames, feed the flames.

For a long time I thought I was a poet, but that's a high title to claim.

When you live for many hundreds of years, you know that every opportunity will come again.