The world is shaped by two things — stories told and the memories they leave behind.

I think fantasy literature is the one true literature of hope and imagination.

Withhold a smile only when the smile can hurt someone. Otherwise, let it bloom forth in a riot.

I'll tell you a secret. Old storytellers never die. They disappear into their own story.

What we need in fantasy is the sudden balm of clarity - a temporary reprieve from life's white noise and clamor of pain, a kind of time-out. Such clarity, a new perspective, is made possible by fantastic metaphor.

To every rule there is an exception—and an idiot ready to demonstrate it. Don't be the one!

I've just been bitten on the neck by a vampire... mosquito. Does that mean that when the night comes I will rise and be annoying?