What?" It was a good word. Like a rock in a river, sticking up to let you land on it, so you could make your way across the flow.

Epics are never written about libraries. They exist on whim; it depends on if the conquering army likes to read.

Love and anger are like land and sea: They meet at many different places.

[Imagination] must be visited constantly, or else it begins to become restless and emit strange bellows at embarrassing moments; ignoring it only makes it grow larger and noisier.

Love is an obsolete emotion, ranking in usefulness somewhere between earwigs and toe mold.

Imagination is the golden-eyed monster that never sleeps. It must be fed; it cannot be ignored.

I don't teach lies, but I do not teach all I know is true.