Without mysteries, life would be very dull indeed. What would be left to strive for if everything were known?

I don't think the world is the way we like to think it is. I don't think it's one solid world, but many, thousands upon thousands of them--as many as there are people--because each person perceives the world in his or her own way; each lives in his or her own world. Sometimes they connect, for a moment, or more rarely, for a lifetime, but mostly we are alone, each living in our own world, suffering our small deaths.

I wouldn't like to live in a world where everything's as cut-and-dried as most people think it is

A name can't begin to encompass the sum of all her parts. But that's the magic of names, isn't it? That the complex, contradictory individuals we are can be called up complete and whole in another mind through the simple sorcery of a name.

The family we choose for ourselves is more important than the one we were born into; that people have to earn our respect and trust, not have it handed to them simply because of genetics.

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.

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.