And What He Meant Was That Maths

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

I Was Born Too Late For Steam Trains And A Lazy Eye Meant I'd Never Be An Astronaut.

Eventually Scientists Will Discover Something That Explains Ghosts, Just Like They Discovered Electricity, Which Explained Lightning, And It Might Be Something About People's Brains, Or Something About The Earth's Magnetic Field, Or It Might Be Some New Force Altogether. And Then Ghosts Won't Be Mysteries. They Will Be Like Electricity And Rainbows And Nonstick Frying Pans.

The One Thing You Have To Do If You Write A Book Is Put Yourself In Someone Else's Shoes. The Reader's Shoes. You've Got To Entertain Them.

Science And Literature Give Me Answers. And They Ask Me Questions I Will Never Be Able To Answer.