Writing is like sex. The more you think about it, the harder it is to do. It's better not to think about it so much and just let it happen.

Superstition, like true love, needs time to grow and reflect upon itself.

Art should be a place of hope.

It is the tale, not he who tells it.

Death was no less a miracle than birth.

"You need hedges.""Hedges," I said, bemused. "Yes, Edgar." He looked surprised and a little disappointed, as if I had failed to understand a very simple concept. "Hedges against the night."

Relief loosens tongues beyond measure.