...they told me of color, that it was an illusion of the eye, an event in the perceiver's mind, not in the object; they told me that color had no reality; indeed, they told me that color did not inhere in a physical body any more than pain was in a needle. And then they imprisoned me in darkness; and though there was no color there, I still was black, and they still were white; and for that, they bound and gagged me.

Teens are not like the weird, dumb dwarves you have around your house. They are actually you when you were younger.

We went to the moon to have fun, but the moon turned out to completely suck.

We are the nation of dreams. We are seers. We are wizards. We speak in visions. Our letters are like flocks of doves, released from under our hats. We have only to stretch out our hand and desire, and what we wish for settles like a kerchief in our palm. We are a race of sorcerers, enchanters. We are Atlantis. We are the wizard-isle of Mu.

Its a very 18th-century thing to have a book broken into several volumes.

I could see my face, crying, in her blank eye.

I was someone who really loved fantasy novels and science fiction novels.