A story is a living thing, it moves and shifts.

But even her demons she invested with inordinate beauty, consecrated them with the dignity of her attention.

It did not look like the work of God, but it might have represented the handicraft of a God with a joyous sense of humor, a dancing God who loved mischief as much as prayer, and playfulness as much as mischief.

Even today, I hunt for the fabulous books that will change me utterly. I find myself happiest in the middle of a book which I forget that I am reading, but am instead immersed in a made-up life lived at the highest pitch.

I've always believed that dreams were both the love letters and the hate mail of the subconscious.

I was trying to unravel the complicated trigonometry of the radical thought that silence could make up the greatest lie ever told.

Fantasy is one of the soul's brighter porcelains.