Fiction takes us to places that we would never otherwise go, and puts us behind eyes that are not our own.

I don't think it would be fun to write after inhaling art fumes. (What are art fumes?) No, I just make stuff up. It's easier that way.

Books make great gifts because they have whole worlds inside of them.

So you used to know everything?" She wrinkled her nose. "Everybody did. I told you. It's nothing special, knowing how things work. And you really do have to give it all up if you want to play." "To play what?" "This," she said. She waved at the house and the sky and the impossible full moon and the skeins and the shawls and clusters of bright stars.

I see libraries and librarians as frontline soldiers in the war against illiteracy and the lack of imagination.

Bod quite liked crows. He thought they were funny and he liked the way they helped to keep the graveyard tidy.

Any view of things that is not strange, is false.