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

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

Stories have to be told or they die, and when they die, we can’t remember who we are or why we’re here.

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.

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

There are no endings, only new beginnings.

When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.

Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.

Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic.

Old stories are like old friends, she used to say. You have to visit them from time to time.