I loved fantasy, but I particularly loved the stories in which somebody got out of where they were and into somewhere better - as in the Chronicles Of Narnia, The Wizard Of Oz, The Phantom Tollbooth, the Dungeons & Dragons cartoon.

We have reached the point where ignorance and neglect are the best we can hope for in a ruler.

I love playing with the conventions of fantasy, and breaking rules, and crossing lines.

It was so much easier to be angry. Being angry made him feel strong, even though-- and this contradiction did nothing to diminish his anger-- he was angry only because his position was so weak.

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.

I studied the cello for a long time, from when I was little up through college.

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?