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

Those who fear the imagination condemn it: something childish, they say, something monsterish, misbegotten. Not all of us dream awake. But those of us who do have no choice.

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.

The man was hit in one eye by a stone, and that eye turned inward so that it looked into his mind, and he died of what he saw there

At its best, fantasy rewards the reader with a sense of wonder about what lies within the heart of the commonplace world. The greatest tales are told over and over, in many ways, through centuries. Fantasy changes with the changing times, and yet it is still the oldest kind of tale in the world, for it began once upon a time, and we haven't heard the end of it yet.

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

The odd thing about people who had many books was how they always wanted more.