“ Growing up, I'd already decided I wanted to be a beatnik. A Bohemian poet, I thought. Or a musician. Maybe an artist. I'd dress in black turtlenecks and smoke Gitanes. I'd listen to cool jazz in clubs… Charles de Lint
“ T.H. moved through the forest like the melody of a well-known song, in perfect harmony with his surroundings. Charles de Lint
“ I realize that for all my penchant in believing that there's more to the world than what we can see, that folk tales and fairy tales are based on real, if forgotten events, I never accepted that part… Charles de Lint
“ Having to amuse myself during those earlier years, I read voraciously and widely. Mythic matter and folklore made up much of that reading—retellings of the old stories (), anecdotal collections and hi… Charles de Lint
“ She hadn't meant to fall asleep, but she was a bit like a cat herself, forever wandering in the woods, chasing after squirrels and rabbits as fast as her skinny legs could take her when the fancy stru… Charles de Lint
“ On a quiet day, when the wind was still, the creek could be heard all the way up to where the old beech stood. Under its branches, cats would come to dream and be dreamed. Black cats and calicos, whit… Charles de Lint
“ There were two forests for every one you entered. There was the one you walked in, the physical echo, and then there was the one that was connected to all the other forests, with no consideration of d… Charles de Lint
“ On a quiet day, when the wind was still, the creek could be heard all the way up to where the old beech stood. Under its branches, cats would come to dream and be dreamed. Charles de Lint
“ From the first time he’d met her, he’d sensed an air of contradiction about her. She was very much a woman, but still retained a waiflike quality. She could be brash, and at times deliberately suggest… Charles de Lint
“ Can you remember how you felt when you were communicating through your artwork? Not just the sense of completion, but the sense of rightness- the sense that you had brought to life something that coul… Charles de Lint
“ It's my diary, she'd explained. Every mark I've had drawn on my skin connects me to where and who I've been- so I never forget who I am and how I got here.There was humour in the smile she offered him… Charles de Lint
“ Inside us lies every possibility that is available to a sentient being. Every darkness, every light. It is the choices we make that decide who or what we will be. Charles de Lint
“ I do believe in an everyday sort of magic -- the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicit… Charles de Lint
“ The lonesome dark.That's what Jack called a night like this. When you were distanced from everything and everybody. Out on your own and there was nobody to care if you were happy or sad. If you lived… Charles de Lint
“ Remember the quiet wonders. The world has more need of them than it has for warriors. Charles de Lint
