Talk is free but the wise man chooses when to spend his words.

Writing is flying in dreams. When you remember. When you can. When it works. It's that easy.

What need, Dunstan wondered, could someone have of the storm-filled eggshells?

I wanted to be an author as far back as I can remember, mixed with occasional bouts of wanting to be a werewolf when I grew up. But mostly, when I daydreamed, it was about being an author.

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.

You know what the really scary thing about bad dreams? It's that something's going on in your head, and you can't control it. I mean, It's like there's these bad worlds inside you. But it's just you... it's like you're betraying yourself.

I think most things are pretty magical, and that it's less a matter of belief than it is one of just stopping to notice.