There were faces at the windows and words written in blood; deep in the crypt a lonely ghoul crunched on something that might once have been alive; forked lightnings slashed the ebony night; the faceless were walking; all was right with the world

Not knowing everything is all that makes it OK, sometimes.

Adults should not weep, I knew. They did not have mothers who would comfort them.

You can buy a book new, buy it in hardback or wait for the paperback, find it used or as a collectible. I don't mind. What I care about most is that people are reading.

I loved all books that I could read, and I never knew if I was ready for it until I tried to read it, so I tried to read everything.

I can believe things that are true and things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not.

When you dream, sometimes you remember. When you wake, you always forget.