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

Why does every road eventually narrow into a point at the horizon? Because that's where the point lies.

The ocean is a place of skin, rich outer membranes hiding thick juicy insides, laden with the soup of being.

Luck is not as random as you think. Before that lottery ticket won the jackpot, someone had to buy it.

One of the things that I've noticed over the years is that I seem to be fascinated as a writer with the notion that we already have all that we need.

Even for the people who are color-blind to any degree, I believe their experience would also be affected [ in Lords of Rainbow ] if everyone else too only perceived the world in colorless monochrome.

Snowflakes swirl down gently in the deep blue haze beyond the window. The outside world is a dream. Inside, the fireplace is brightly lit, and the Yule log crackles with orange and crimson sparks. There’s a steaming mug in your hands, warming your fingers. There’s a friend seated across from you in the cozy chair, warming your heart. There is mystery unfolding.