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.

Some of the comments on YouTube make you weep for the future of humanity just for the spelling alone, never mind the obscenity and the naked hatred.

The life I should be living had been mislaid through some clerical error by the cosmic bureaucracy.

I got my heart's desire, and there my troubles began.

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.

Oddly, the meanings of books are defined for me much more by their beginnings and middles than they are by their endings.

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