You don’t learn about yourself by being alone, you learn about yourself from other people.

Wasn't there a spell for making yourself happy? Somebody must have invented one. How could he have missed it? Why didn't they teach it? Was it in the library, a flying book fluttering just out of reach, beating its wings against some high window?

Though the funny thing about never being asked for anything is that after a while you start to feel like maybe you don’t have anything worth giving.

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

Becoming an author changes your attitude too. Once you see where books come from, and how they're made, they never seem quite as sacred again.

It didn’t matter where you were, if you were in a room full of books you were at least halfway home.

When I was 35 I realized that I was still thinking a lot about what it would be like to go to Narnia. To really go - not just in a daydream, or in a children's book, but what it would actually feel like, physically, psychologically, every other way. The idea was haunting me.