A Fickle Heart Is The Only Constant

Fantasy For Me As A Kid Was Real, And I Had A Fantasy About What Life Was, Whether It Was Sort Of Wicked And Dire, Or Wholly Normal, Or Whatever. Anything Really Close To Home Is Not, It Seems To Me, What A Good Book Should Be About.

"eight Days Of Luke" Was Refused By Another Confused Publisher On The Grounds That Children Shouldn't Strike Matches. When My Agent Pointed Out That David In The Book Was Twelve Years Old, The Publisher Said That He Was Striking Matches To Summon The Devil, Then, And This Couldn't Be Allowed.

I Think We Ought To Live Happily Ever After," And She Thought He Meant It. Sophie Knew That Living Happily Ever After With Howl Would Be A Good Deal More Hair-raising Than Any Storybook Made It Sound, Though She Was Determined To Try. "it Should Be Hair-raising," Added Howl. "and You'll Exploit Me," Sophie Said. "and Then You'll Cut Up All My Suits To Teach Me.

After That, All The While Millie Was Eating The Pudding... We Both Tore Christopher's Character To Shreds. It Was Wonderful Fun.... He Drove Everyone Mad In Chrestomanci Castle By Insisting On Silk Shirts And Exactly The Right Kind Of Pajamas. 'and He Could Get Them Right Anyway By Magic,' Millie Told Me, 'if He Wasn't Too Lazy To Learn How.... But The Thing That Really Annoys Me Is The Way He Never Bothers To Learn A Person's Name. If A Person Isn't Important To Him, He Always Forgets Their Name.' When Millie Said This, I Realized That Christopher Had Never Once Forgotten My Name.

I Do Feel Very Strongly That This Is One Of The Things Which People Need Encouragement To Sort Out, Because I Have This Very Strong Feeling That Everybody Is Probably A Genius At Something, It's Just A Question Of Finding This.