I Thought Unicorns Were More

If You Kept Changing The Way People Saw The World, You Ended Up Changing The Way You Saw Yourself.

By The Time You Write The Last Page You Have Done Half The Book. The Other Half Tends To Get Done In About Five Weeks; I Do Several Drafts, Very, Very Furiously Rewriting. I Literally Do More Or Less Nothing Else And I Stick With It And Go Through It And I Begin To Hate It.

I Can't Be Talking To A Tree. If I Was Talking To A Tree I'd Be Mad, And I'm Not Mad, So Trees Can't Talk.

You Can't Kill Me, I've Got A Magic... Aaaargh !

Don't Stick Your Nose Where Someone Can Pull It Off And Eat It.