You cannot blame everything on the enemy.

Life goes on, even if two-headed and glowing faintly in the dark.

The creative adult is the child who has survived.

This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain.

If you evade suffering, you also evade the chance of joy.

A story rises from the springs of creation, from the pure will to be; it tells itself; I takes its own course, finds its own way, its own words; and the writer's job is to be its medium.

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