-"He loved her...It was noble of him. It was beautiful." -"It was stupid.

I have never known courage to be judged by the length of a man's hair. Or, for the matter of that, whether he has any hair at all.

Forgive me....I called you an idiot. I spoke too hastily. You are not. Had I given it more thought, I would have called you a scoundrel.

Go back' Taran shouted at the top of his voice.'Have you lost your wits?' Eilonwy, for it was she, half-halted. She had tucked her plaited hair under a leather helmet. The Princess of Llyr smiled cheerfully at him. 'I understand you're upset,' she shouted back, 'but that's no cause to be rude.' She galloped on. For a time, Taran could not believe he had really seen her.

I can't single out one of my books or characters as a favorite. In the same way that I don't have a favorite kidney, my books are organically all part of myself. I might even say that put all together, the books are one ongoing, developing story - which, not coincidentally, happens to be my own lifestory.

Thinking is a bit uncomfortable, but you'll get used to it. A matter of time and practice.

My parents were horrified when I told them I wanted to be an author.