As a child, my mother told me lots of fairy stories, many her own invention. She, too, tended to reverse the norm.

We need the expressive arts, the ancient scribes, the storytellers, the priests.

The soul is a magician. Only living flesh hampers it.

When I started as a writer, I knew nothing about publishing-nothing about anything!

Are not all loves secretly the same? A hundred flowers sprung from a single root.

It was not apathy. It was an intelligent disinterest in those things that could have no bearing on one's existence.

No one more cynical than an idealist.