I think every fantasy reader secretly believes they know how magic works.

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

I've stayed in houses that were in the country, and in England, but I'm still not sure that I've stayed in an English country house.

It's natural for a child to assume that his or her own childhood is unremarkable.

The novel is a highly corrupt medium, after all - in the end the vast majority of them simply aren't that great, and are destined to be forgotten.

Most people are blind to magic. They move thru a blank and empty world. They’re bored with their lives and there’s nothing they can do about it. They’re eaten alive by longing and they’re dead before they die.

My ultimate goal is to drive people back to the books, when I think of an adaptation.