I think what's happening is, it's all - fantasy, science fiction, ghosts, trolls, whatever - finally being called, being admitted to be literature. The way it used to be, before the Realists and the bloody Modernists took over.

Stories are what death thinks he puts an end to. He can't understand that they end in him, but they don't end with him.

The hunger of a dragon is slow to wake, but hard to sate.

Hope is a slow business.

Fiction—and poetry and drama— cleanse the doors of perception.

Sanity returns (in most cases) when the book is closed.

there are times when you have to speak because silence is betrayal.