The truth is, it's not the idea, it's never the idea, it's always what you do with it.

I think hell is something you carry around with you, not somewhere you go.

There are only two worlds - your world, which is the real world, and other worlds, the fantasy. Worlds like this are worlds of the human imagination: their reality, or lack of reality, is not important. What is important is that they are there. these worlds provide an alternative. Provide an escape. Provide a threat. Provide a dream, and power; provide refuge, and pain. They give your world meaning. They do not exist; and thus they are all that matters.

The ties of blood," said Spider, "are stronger than water." Water's not strong," objected Fat Charlie.

The view changes from where you are standing. Words can wound, and wounds can heal. All of these things are true.

Until that moment she had never thought she could do it. Never thought she would be brave enough or scared enough, or desperate enough to dare.

On the whole, stories don't write themselves.