Words, he decided, were inadequate at best, impossible at worst. They meant too many things. Or they meant nothing at all.

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.

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.

Do you become in visible?' 'No. I'm there, if you know how to look. I stand between the place you look at and the place you see. Behind what you expect to see. If you expect to see me, you do. I listen in places where no one expects me to be.

Imagination is best fed by reality, an odd diet for something nonexistent there are few details of daily life and its broad range of emotional context that can't be transformed into food for the imagination.

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

There are no simple words. I don't know why I thought I could hide anything behind language.