Life is like art. You have to work hard to keep it simple and still have meaning.
Sometimes we wonder what it's like to feel normal, Maida said. You know, like all the people you see out on the streets or sitting in their little boxy homes....But then, Maida went on, we see how bor...
One of my favourite things to do when I write is to bring a sense of wonder to a normal everyday setting... Yes, there are magical elements, but there are also very down-to-earth elements and often wh...
I do know that the gardens of the first lands are still lying there, right under the skin of the world- pulsing the way our heartbeat drums under our own skin. And I believe that there's a connectedne...
That's the thing about magic; you've got to know it's still here, all around us, or it just stays invisible for you.
Everything has a spirit and it's all connected. If you think about that, if you live your life by it, then you're less likely to cause any hurt. It's like how our bodies go back into the ground when w...
All forests are one... They are all echoes of the first forest that gave birth to Mystery when the world began.
I'm a writer and this is what I do no matter what name we put to it. Year by year, the world is turning into a darker and stranger place than any of us could want. This is the only thing I do that has...
Often the magical elements in my books are standing in for elements of the real world, the small and magical-in-their-own-right sorts of things that we take for granted and no longer pay attention to,...
Change wasn’t necessarily bad. It was just scary.
You've got to find yourself first. Everything else'll follow.
There was nothing wrong with being a homebody. There was nothing wrong with not wanting - not - the constant jostle and noise of a party or bar or... whatever.
She knew this music--knew it down to the very core of her being--but she had never heard it before. Unfamiliar, it had still always been there inside her, waiting to be woken. It grew from the core of...
I envy the music lovers hear. I see them walking hand in hand, standing close to each other in a queue at a theater or subway station, heads touching while they sit on a park bench, and I ache to hear...
Everybody's got the potential for great good and great wrong in them, but it's thechoices we make that define who we really are.
One expected growth, change without it, the world was less, the well of inspiration dried up, the muses fled.
When all’s said and done, Mally said, all roads lead to the same end. So it’s not so much which road you take, as how you take it.
She wanted to tell him what happened wasn't really his fault, but she knew that wasn't the way this kind of guilt worked. Intellectually, he already knew that. It was his emotions that were tripping h...
Magic's never what you expect it to be, but it's often what you need.
I suppose the other thing too many forget is that we were all stories once, each and every one of us. And we remain stories. But too often we allow those stories to grow banal, or cruel or unconnected...