Be careful, boy. In some tales, the hero gets eaten by the monster after all .

As cities grow and technology takes over the world, belief and imagination fade away, and so do we.

A little warning would’ve been nice. You couldn’t have said, ‘Hey, as part of your training today, I’m going to beat you senseless’?

Oh, we're playing nice now? Shall we have tea first? Brew up a nice pot of kiss-my-ass?

Do not lose your heart to a faery prince. It never ends well.

There are only those you can live with, and those you can work to change.

When I wrote my first story, all the characters were teenagers because I think 16, 17 is a great age.