You know how is it when you love someone? And the hard part, the bad part, the Jerry Springer Show part is that you never stop loving someone. There's always a piece of them in your heart.

I always say that if you're a novelist, the challenge is not writing what you think ought to happen, but trying in some way to write what did happen in a world that doesn't necessarily exist.

To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due.

There is a madness, yes, this is true. Few mortals possess it, the willingness to step away from the protection of sanity. To walk into the wild wood of madness...

Style is made up of whatever an author can't avoid doing.

"Death's a capricious thing, innit?" "Yes. Yes, she is."

Children, as I have said, use back ways and hidden paths, while adults take roads and official paths.