Wondering’s healthy. Broadens the mind. Opens you up to all sorts of stray thoughts and possibilities.

The thing I like so much about short stories is that there isn't as much of an investment of time so I'm free to experiment more. If it doesn't work out, I've only lost a week or two of work. If I screw up a novel I've lost at least a year's worth of work. But the nice thing is that those experiments with short stories can be carried over to novels when the experiments do work.

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.

Magic lies in between things, between the day and the night, between yellow and blue, between any two things.

Lies were like having a pregnant rabbit. One day you had one, but before you knew it, there were rabbits all over the place.

It's all those stories and how they braid together that tells us who and what and where we are

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.