Bink knew the dolphin only from old pictures; it was a kind of magic fish that breathed air instead of water.

When you steal from the library, you are preventing anyone else from reading that book, and the very notion makes me want to drop you in the Void.

I never do a full outline, and if I did, I would not feel bound to it, because the view from inside a scene can be different from the view outside it. But neither do I just start writing and see what happens; I am far more disciplined than that.

For our stories are not yet finished, and perhaps will never be.

Every person professes to love good and hate evil, but in his actions his real preferences emerges.

I hope to read a Harry Potter novel soon, to see what it's all about. I admit to being annoyed that many good light fantasy writers have had trouble getting published, in England and elsewhere, when it is obvious the readers were waiting for us all along.

The library is a place of mental diversion, learning, and comfort for anyone who has an intellect. I know of no librarian who when asked for food for the mind will offer a stone. What more could anyone ask?