I mean, when you're tired of book reviews, you're tired of life.

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

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.

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.

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

I'm happy to report that 'The New Press' is still in business to this day. But not thanks to me. I was a really bad publishing intern.

Book tours are excellent things, and one is lucky to get to go on one, but they have a way of leeching away one's will to live.