I don't think you should ever insult people unintentionally: if you're doing it, you ought to mean it.

Dreams are composed of many things, my son. Of images and hopes, of fears and memories. Memories of the past, and memories of the future.

I think the short story is a very underrated art form. We know that novels deserve respect.

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.

The Lord of Dreams learns that one must change or die, and makes his decision

Writing imaginative tales for the young is like sending coals to Newcastle. For coals.

There was a hysteria in there, certainly, but there was also the exhaustion of someone who had managed, somehow, to believe several dozen impossible things in the last twenty-four hours, without ever getting a proper breakfast.