He would talk to them of stories and books, and explain to them how stories wanted to be told and books wanted to be read, and how everything that they ever needed to know about life and the land of which he wrote, or about any land or realm that they could imagine, was contained in books. And some of the children understood, and some did not.

I don't think," he said, "that a vicar is supposed to beat a bishop to death, or even back to death." Mr. Berkeley looked down upon the remains of Bishop Bernard. "If anyone asks, we'll say he fell over," he said. "Lots of times.

You can't prove that something doesn't exist. You can only prove that something does exist.

...it was imaginative people who tended to lie. Lying required making stuff up, and only imaginative people were good at that.

We are not meant to know the time or the nature of our deaths (for all of us secretly hope that we may be immortal).

I'm a ghost," said the small figure, then added, a little uncertainly, "Boo?

And David saw himself reflected in the Woodsman's eyes, and there he was no longer old but a young man, for a man is always his father's child no matter how old he is or how long they have been apart.