The desert is a place of bones, where the innards are turned out, to desiccate into dust.

Creativity is not so much a boundless well, but an all-you-can-eat buffet of elements for your creative endeavor. Eventually you've eaten your fill, and it's time to digest and then make something. But at some point, it will be time to return to the restaurant.

I see no profound progress taking place when there is no hope, no inspiration, only drastic overthrow and rebellion. Before having a revolution of thought there must be real ideals to aspire to, and they are only to be found within.

Was it you or I who stumbled first? It does not matter. The one of us who finds the strength to get up first, must help the other.

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

Respect the young and chastise your elders. It's about time the world was set aright.

Being smart as a whip includes knowing when not to crack it.