Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, O’er a plan to venge myself upon that cursed Thursday Next- This Eyre affair, so surprising, gives my soul such loath despising, Here I plot my temper rising, rising from my jail of text. “Get me out!” I said, advising, “Pluck me from this jail of text- or I swear I’ll wring your neck!

...the landscape inside Lord of the Rings was so stunning and so stupendous that it could be absorbed as a form of nourishment.

How many people want to read about three disreputable pigs and a dopey wolf with a disposition towards house demolition?

Love and magic are like oil and water--they just don't mix.

You have many fine qualities that I admire. But you are out of time. You should have been born a century ago, when values such as yours meant something.

There is a certain degree of steampunkishness that creeps into my books.

He was, after all, the ultimate rebel -- it takes a lot of cojones to stand up to Zeus.