I was not happy as a child, although from time to time I was content. I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.

As far as I'm concerned, the entire reason for becoming a writer is not having to get up in the morning.

There are some as are what they are. And there are some as aren't what they seem to be. And there are some as only seem to be what they seem to be.

Dreams shape the world

He goes his way. We travel a spiral. The quickest way is sometimes the longest.

Tristan and Yvaine were happy together. Not forever-after, for Time, the thief, eventually takes all things into his dusty storehouse, but they were happy, as these things go, for a long while

I've been blogging since February of 2001. When I started blogging, it was a dinosaur blog. It was me and a handful of tyrannosaurs. We'd be writing blog entries like, 'The tyrannosaurus is getting grumpy.'