It's very selfish when I write. I'm not aware, ever, of writing for another person; I'm not even really aware of writing for myself.

I never know where I am going, though. That is part of what makes it so wonderful. And after all, who does?

The dictate of the light says: Know yourself and what you are. The dark replies, By all means, but then become afraid.

I've been criticised for writing in too complex a manner for younger people.

She looked, and a scarlet butterfly flew away from her, away down the length of the tower, and then another, another, an unraveling scarf of butterflies like winged blood.

Writers tell stories better, because they've had more practice, but everyone has a book in them. Yes, that old cliche.

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