Magic is wild, dangerous stuff. You never realize how useful limitations are until it's much too late.

The life I should be living had been mislaid through some clerical error by the cosmic bureaucracy.

The danger would be going back, or staying still. The only way out was through. The past was ruins, but the present was still in play.

Stop looking for the next secret door that is going to lead you to your real life. Stop waiting. This is it: there's nothing else.

If there's a single lesson that life teaches us, it's that wishing doesn't make it so.

As a writer I'm more drawn to villains who are just slightly mad.

He who completes a quest does not merely find something. He becomes something.