Stayed up late last night watching interviews with the stunning Margaret Atwood and a Pullman lecture on the importance of book illustrations. Because I'm hardcore that way.
Being in love was like China: you knew it was there, and no doubt it was very interesting, and some people went there, but I never would. I'd spend all my life without ever going to China, but it wouldn't matter, because there was all the rest of the world to visit. Philip Pullman, The … Continue reading china