Every morning is a battle between the superego and the id, and I am a mere foot soldier with mud and a snooze button on her shield.

Tell it fast before you get scared and silence yourself. You'll never wish you'd held back a little more.

Readers will always insist on adventures, and though you can have grief without adventures, you cannot have adventures without grief.

Magic does that. It wastes you away. Once it grips you by the ear, the real world gets quieter and quieter, until you can hardly hear it at all.

I hope, in years to come, I shall hold my heart up and it will be a pane of clear glass, through which I see all, but nothing is distorted.

Temperament, you'll find, is highly dependent on time of day, weather, frequency of naps, and whether one has had enough to eat.

A book is a door, you know. Always and forever. A book is a door into another place and another heart and another world.