Those who dislike fantasy are very often equally bored or repelled by science. They don't like either hobbits, or quasars; they don't feel at home with them; they don't want complexities, remoteness. If there is any such connection, I'll bet that it is basically an aesthetic one

If eternity had a season, it would be midsummer. Autumn, winter, spring are all change and passage, but at the height of summer the year stands poised. It's only a passing moment, but even as it passes the heart knows it cannot change.

Even in merely reading a fairytale, we must let go our daylight convictions and trust ourselves to be guided by dark figures, in silence; and when we come back, it may be very hard to describe where we have been.

I have no control over my writing. I have lots of good intentions, but no control. There's a story that wants to be told.

The bond between true lovers is as close as we come to what endures forever.

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

Dead anarchists make martyrs, you know, and keep living for centuries. But absent ones can be forgotten.