The truth doesn't always make a good story, does it?

I recognize that on paper, you can't really tell that I'm a fan or a nerd.

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

I used to write in a local coffee shop, but there was another guy, another writer, who kept sitting in my favorite seat. I would show up, and he would be there, and I would get exiled to a couch or something, and it would throw me off my game.

Careful what you hunt, lest you catch it.

Read everything. If you haven't read everything, you'll never be able to write anything.

When the oldest Chatwin, melancholy Martin, opens the cabinet of the grandfather clock that stands in a dark, narrow back hallway in his aunt’s house and slip through into Fillory...it’s like he’s opening the covers of a book, but a book that did what books always promised to do and never ac tually quite did: get you out, really out, of where you were and into something better.