Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness and love.

believe me. Sometimes when life looks to be at its grimmest, there's a light hidden at the heart of things. Clive Barker, Abarat

I will try to write books until I drop dead.

Which of us has not felt that the character we are reading in the printed page is more real than the person standing beside us?

No prince had lived in those wretched hovels, no red-robed bishops, only farmers and laborers whose stories no one had written down, and now they were lost, buried under wild thyme and fast growing spurge.

What are stories for if we don't learn from them?

She pressed her hand against her chest. No heart. So where did the love she felt come from?