Whenever you read a good book, somewhere in the world a door opens to allow in more light.

I started to write. And I wrote and wrote all through high school.

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

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.

Is it folly to believe in something that is intangible? After all, some of the greatest intangibles are Love, Hope, and Wonder. Another is Deity. The choice to be a fool is yours.

My brand of fantasy is completely devoid of the traditional notions of magic as ritual. Instead I see the fantastic as a meta-layer of existence beyond the real world.

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