You can't run away from home without destroying somebody's world.

The names are the first things to go, after the breath has gone, and the beating of the heart. We keep our memories longer than our names.

Remember your name. Do not lose hope ---what you seek will be found.

I love mythic stuff. I love playing with gods, I love playing with myths. A lot of it has to do with that they're the basic places stories come from. They're the clay that you make the bricks out of.

I realized the other day that about the only author I genuinely read for pure pleasure is one of the worst authors in the world, a guy called Harry Stephen Keeler, a long dead American mystery writer. He was probably the greatest bad writer America ever produced.

Even if your goose habitually lays golden eggs, it will still be cooked.

I walk across the dreaming sands under the pale moon: through the dreams of countries and cities, past dreams of places long gone and times beyond recall.