When we lose our myths we lose our place in the universe.

I rebel against death, yet I know that it is how I respond to death's inevitability that is going to make me less or more fully alive.

Suddenly there was a great burst of light through the Darkness. The light spread out and where it touched the Darkness the Darkness disappeared. The light spread until the patch of Dark Thing had vanished, and there was only a gentle shining, and through the shining came the stars, clear and pure.

We turn to stories and pictures and music because they show us who and what and why we are.

You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children.

Have you ever tried to get to your feet with a sprained dignity?

anything that stretches the mind is a help to the potential author.