He found himself still with too many questions and not enough answers.

Kids, fiction is the truth inside the lie, and the truth of this fiction is simple enough: the magic exists.

But sorry is the Kool-Aid of human emotions. [...] True sorrow is as rare as true love.

Was there ever a trap to match the trap of love?

How many times, over how many years, had he—a grown man—asked for the mercy of another chance? He was suddenly so sick of himself, so revolted, that he could have groaned aloud.

The real importance of reading is that it creates an ease & intimacy with the process of writing... It also offers you a constantly growing knowledge of what has been done and what hasn't, what is trite and what is fresh, what works and what lies there dying (or dead) on the page. The more you read, the less apt you are to make a fool of yourself with your pen or word processor.

Hurt's a reason to change, but all the hurt in the world don't change facts.