They can send death at once, but life is slower.

The living tongue that tells the word, the living ear that hears it, bind and bond us in the communion we long for in the silence of our inner solitude.

Paradise is for those who make paradise.

Children know perfectly well that unicorns aren’t real, but they also know that books about unicorns, if they are good books, are true books.

To be oneself is a rare thing, and a great one.

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.

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.