Being Clever Was When You Looked At

I Could Invent Another World. I'm Not Terribly Keen On This One.

It Wasn't About Believing This Or That, It Wasn't Even About Good And Evil And Right And Wrong, It Was About Finding The Strength To Bear The Discomfort That Came With Being In The World.

Family, That Slippery Word, A Star To Every Wandering Bark, And Everyone Sailing Under A Different Sky.

I Knew There Was A Story; Once You Find A Dog With A Fork Through It, You Know There's A Story There.

Writing For Children Is Bloody Difficult; Books For Children Are As Complex As Their Adult Counterparts, And They Should Therefore Be Accorded The Same Respect.