I think sometimes the way to preserve the magic of a book is to throw it away - meaning, not to cling to the way a book does its magic but to find a cinematic equivalent.

I'm really not one of these procrastinators who cleans the house in order to put off writing, but life gets in the way.

Writing is nearly always a matter of finding whatever your brain needs to trick it into being creative, and in my case, a tiny little bit of fact just seems to work.

And as the years flowed by, some villagers told travelers of a beast and a beauty who lived in the castle and could be seen walking on the battlements, and others told of two beauties, and others, of two beasts.

Change for your own sake, if you must, not for what you imagine another will ask of you.

It's painful to consider anything but writing.

I hate desks; they make me feel like a child doing homework.