I guess when you turn off the main road, you have to be prepared to see some funny houses.

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

I'm most afraid of losing my mind. You lose your identity, your sense of who you are, where you are.

The mystery of the universe is not time but size.

As always, the blessed relief of starting, a feeling that was like falling into a hole filled with bright light. As always, the glum knowledge that he would not write as well as he wanted to write. As always the terror of not being able to finish, of accelerating into a brick wall. As always, the marvelous joyful nervy feeling of journey begun.

there is no gain without risk, perhaps no risk without love.

When his life was ruined, his family killed, his farm destroyed, Job knelt down on the ground and yelled up to the heavens, 'Why god? Why me?' and the thundering voice of God answered, 'There's just something about you that pisses me off.'