Most times we only see things for the way we are. But we're good at lying to ourselves. Sometimes we need somebody who's not living in our skin to point out how things really are.

There are as many stories to be told as there are people to tell them about; only the mean-spirited would consider there to be a competition at all.

I think you're all mad. But that's part and parcel of being an artistic genius, isn't it?

If you're not ready to die, then how can you live?

You've got to spread out as far as you can, cut down a whole forest, irrigate a whole desert, just to make sure that you won't accidentally stumble upon a place that's still in its natural state.

I'm a writer and this is what I do no matter what name we put to it. Year by year, the world is turning into a darker and stranger place than any of us could want. This is the only thing I do that has potential to shine a little further than my immediate surroundings. For me, each story is a little candle held up to the dark of night, trying to illuminate the hope for a better world where we all respect and care for each other.

That's the thing with magic. You've got to know it's still here, all around us, or it just stays invisible for you.