And barely ten minutes later the soft sound of wingbeats came to their ears, and Balthamos stood up eagerly. The next moment, the two angels were embracing, and Will, gazing into the flames, saw their mutual affection. More than affection: they loved each other with a passion.

Imagination is a form of seeing

You don't win races by wishing, you win them by running faster than everyone else does.

A lot of modernism does seem to come out of a fear of being thought an ordinary storyteller. So they tell it backwards and they tell it in the present tense and they cut loose the pages and shuffle them around - all that kind of stuff.

From what we are, spirit; from what we do, matter. Matter and spirit are one.

And think what worrying does: has anyone ever added a single hour to the length of his life by worrying about it?

Long before writing, people were telling each other stories and the audiobook goes all the way back to that tradition.