Reality is a fragile thing.

I remember the feeling. Whenever my father got so absorbed in a book that we might have been in visible I felt like taking a pair of scissors and cutting it up.

Nothing chased nightmares away faster than the rustle of printed paper.

A reader doesn't really see the characters in a story; he feels them.

Stories never really end...even if the books like to pretend they do. Stories always go on. They don't end on the last page, any more than they begin on the first page.

It's a cruel world, don't you think?

You know a great many things in dreams, often despite the evidence of your eyes. You just know them.