I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too.

The future had suddenly become unknowable: anything could happen: the train of my life had jumped the rails and headed off across the fields and coming down the lane with me, then.

There was once a young man who wished to gain his Heart’s Desire.

Trust dreams. Trust your heart, and trust your story.

I remembered something somebody had once said to me. It's okay. Everyday is freshly ground.

And life is a good thing for a writer. It's where we get our raw material, for a start. We quite like to stop and watch it.

People kill what they fear. They burned, and drowned, and hanged those they saw as witches, the devil's servants: the wise women and the cunning men, the unfortunate, the lost and the strange