Hurt leads to bitterness, bitterness to anger, travel too far that road and the way is lost.

Fantasy is the only canvas large enough for me to paint on.

The future is an ever-shifting maze of possibilities until it becomes the present

Cats can do whatever they want, whenever they want, without regard to what anyone says or does. Rather like Princesses.

The unicorns were the most recognizable magic the fairies possessed, and they sent them to those worlds where belief in the magic was in danger of falling altogether. After all there has to be some belief in magic- however small- for any world to survive.

What kind of world permitted such terrible injustice, where good men were stripped of everything and soulless creatures of malice and hatred survived to glory in their pointless death?

Lester del Rey told me repeatedly that the first and most important part of writing fiction is just to think about the story. Don't write anything down. Don't try to pull anything together right away. Just dream for a while and see what happens. There isn't any timetable involved, no measuring stick for how long it ought to take. For each book, it is different. But that period of thinking, of reflection, is crucial to how successful your story will turn out to be.