Every time I finish a book, I forget everything I learned writing it - the information just disappears out of my head

It was a great escape for me and it was a way to take a break from what was going on in my own world, to go into another world.

What was a rose but the living proof of desire, the single best evidence of human longing and earthly devotion. but desire could be twisted,after all, and Jealousy was the name of the rose that did well in arid souls.

This was what it meant to be human, to know that time moved and all things changed.

What I like about fairy tales is the language and the matter-of-fact way of introducing magic, where it's accepted that a fox could talk or a gate could just appear in a wall. I think fairy tales are so psychological.

At midnight the wind in the tress can sound like the ocean. The moonlight can make a road appear as endless as the sea.

You have to choose the voice you are going to trust. You can't listen to everyone.