We don't need fantasy to mess with our minds to the point of rendering us insane - real life horrors do that already.

And it is a quiet terrible thing, too, to discover the value of love this way [after loss] - when the object of love is no longer there, when love dies or goes away or changes. When it is too late.

Sometimes, being true to yourself means changing your mind. Self changes, and you follow.

If you have never changed your mind about some fundamental tenet of your belief, if you have never questioned the basics, and if you have no wish to do so, then you are likely ignorant.

Fantasy is not the literature of subversion of the status quo but of 'awakening to' the status quo.

When you reach for the stars, you are reaching for the farthest thing out there. When you reach deep into yourself, it is the same thing, but in the opposite direction. If you reach in both directions, you will have spanned the universe.

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