I was a kid who lived to read. It was the primary pleasure of my existence. It's still one of the primary pleasures of my existence. It's where I draw my sustenance.

It seems to be that way with most things. No one to do the really disagreeable jobs except oneself.

I thought I was going nowhere. Now I can see there was a pattern.

Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark.

Love, as we have already discussed, is a powerful, wonderful, ridiculous thing, capable of moving mountains. And spools of thread.

Magic is always impossible.... It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That is why it's magic.

I've been recognized in airports lots of places, but mostly getting recognized is at home.