A genius! For 37 years I've practised fourteen hours a day, and now they call me a genius!
Reality had no gears, and you never knew what surprises would come spinning out of its chaos.
Fuzzy Tally is no more.
you dont see me, now you do, but only if i want you to
She looked at David closely, and the feeling was still there. She could see that his forehead was too high, that a small scar cut a white stroke through his eyebrow. And his smile was pretty crooked, really. But it was as if something had changed inside Tally's head, something that had turned his face pretty to her.
The Internet is global and seemingly omniscient, while iPods and phones are all microscopic workings encased in plastic blobjects. Compare that to a steam engine, where you can watch the pistons move and feel the heat of its boilers. I think we miss that visceral appeal of the machine.
We don't always get to choose what we love.
Just why I sent it to the publishers would be hard to say, but when I had finished it I felt that it was literature, because it is real and because it was well written. And I know that the world wants such things.
Writing is like walking in a deserted street. Out of the dust in the street you make a mud pie.
Memories and magic is what Christmas is all about.
People without imagination are beginning to tire of the importance attached to comfort, to culture, to leisure, to all that destroys imagination. This means that people are not really tired of comfort, culture and leisure, but of the use to which they are.