What I want to do is travel deep and deeper into the dreamlands, to find that place that I know is waiting for me here. My home.

Often the magical elements in my books are standing in for elements of the real world, the small and magical-in-their-own-right sorts of things that we take for granted and no longer pay attention to, like the bonds of friendship that entwine our own lives with those of other people and places.

One expected growth, change; without it, the world was less, the well of inspiration dried up, the muses fled.

But what the evil people do, that's their responsibility. The burden they have to carry. Sure, when we see 'em starting on causing some hurt, we've got to try and stop 'em, but mostly what the rest of us should be concerning ourselves with is doing right by others. Every time you do a good turn, you shine the light a little further into the dark. And the thing is, even when we're gone, that light's going to keep shining on, pushing the shadows back.

I can’t imagine it now, but I must’ve been innocent at some time in my life. A baby don’t just get itself born bad, do it?

You walk around with a negative attitude and you're just naturally going to bring trouble and hard times down on yourself.

A long time ago a bunch of people reached a general consensus as to what's real and what's not and most of us have been going along with it ever since.