One cannot begin a new dream without abandoning the last [one].

Being a writer of fiction isn't like being a compulsive liar, honestly.

Death is the second oldest of the Endless. It's hard not to love her. She loves you, after all.

Charitably... I think... sometimes, perhaps, one must change or die. And, in the end, there were, perhaps, limits to how much he could let himself change.

Richard wondered how the marquis managed to make being pushed around in a wheelchair look like a romantic and swashbuckling thing to do.

I liked myths. They weren't adult stories and they weren't children stories. They were better than that. They just were. Adult stories never made sense, and they were slow to start. They made me feel like there were secrets, Masonic, mythic secrets, to adulthood. Why didn't adults want to read about Narnia, about secret islands and smugglers and dangerous fairies?

I'm bored," she said. "Learn how to tap-dance," he suggested, without turning around.