Magic is believing in yourself. If you can do that, you can make anything happen.

It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.

There’s no such thing as writing that’s too honest.

I can’t imagine a man really enjoying a book and reading it only once.

The heart is a muscle the size of your fist. Keep loving, keep fighting.

Even in the darkest of times, there is always hope.

The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it.

There is no light without shadow, just as there is no happiness without pain.

There’s no such thing as writing that’s too honest.

Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab.