I write fantasy because it's there. I have no other excuse for sitting down for several hours a day indulging my imagination. Daydreaming. Thinking up imaginary people, impossible places.

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.

There was the gaudy patch of sunflowers beside the west gate of the palace of the Prince of Ombria, that did nothing all day long but turn their golden-haired, thousand-eyed faces to follow the sun.

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

When you put your hands and mind and heart into the knowing of a thing ... there is no room in you for fear.

I write fantasy because it's there. I have no other excuse for sitting down for several hours a day indulging my imagination. Daydreaming. Thinking up imaginary people, impossible places.