I don't think there's really any difference between art - or writing, or music - and magic. And I particularly draw the link between magic and writing. I think that they are profoundly connected.

Happiness is the most insidious prison of all.

Magic and art tend to share a lot of the same language. They both talk about evocation, invocation, and conjuring.

Love doesn't have a point. Love is the point.

My only problem with fans is when they turn pro. For example, when all the professional writers were fired by DC in the '60s, they brought in a generation of comic book fans who would have paid to have written these stories.

Janey accuses me of chasing jailbait. She bursts into angry tears, asking if it's because she's getting older. It's true. She's aging more noticeably every day — while I am standing still. I prefer the stillness here. I am tired of Earth. These people. I am tired of being caught in the tangle of their lives.

I wouldn’t be the person I am today if it wasn’t for the opportunities the library gave me.