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.

The journey is the treasure.

For the deeds of a man, not the words of a prophecy, are what shape his destiny.

After seven years of writing - and working many jobs to support my family - I finally got published.

I loved all the world's mythologies.

You know how chickens are, imagining the world coming to an end one moment, then pecking corn the next.