When I was four I believed everything, accepted everything, and was scared of nothing. Now I was eight, and I believed in what I could see and was scared of anything I couldn't. Scared of things in th...
The future came and went in the mildly discouraging way that futures do.
Somewhere in the night, someone was writing.
Now you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names.
Nothing happened. Nothing continued to happen. More Nothing. The Return of Nothing. Son of Nothing. Nothing Rides Again. Nothing and Abbot and Costello meet the Wolfman...
M is for magic. All the letters are, if you put them together properly. You can make magic with them, and dreams, and, I hope, even a few surprises...
Life imitates art, but clumsily, copying its movements when it thinks it isn't looking.
Let's start a new tomorrow, today.
I'm going to tell you something important. Grown-ups don't look like grown-ups on the inside either. Outside, they're big and thoughtless and they always know what they're doing. Inside, they look jus...
I'll swap you my dad, I said.Oh-oh, said my little sister.
Daddy, she said, you've made a recipe again.
Brakuje mi słowa. Chodzi o odwrotność świętości.- Profanum? - odparł Cień.- Nie. Chodzi mi o miejsca mniej święte niż każde inne. O ujemnej świętości. Miejsca, w których nie da się postawić żadnej świ...
We have an obligation to support libraries. To use libraries, to encourage others to use libraries, to protest the closure of libraries. If you do not value libraries then you do not value information...
If you don't know it's impossible, it's easier to do.
You have to believe. Otherwise, it will never happen.
We are small but we are manyWe are many we are smallWe were here before you roseWe will be here when you fall
There was once a young man who wished to gain his Heart’s Desire.
The path of memory is neither straight or safe, and we travel down it at our risk.
Stories you read when you're the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called. Sometimes you'll forget precisely what happened, but if a story touches yo...
Oh, monsters are scared', said Lettie. 'And as for grown-ups...' She stopped talking, rubbed her freckled nose with a finger. Then, 'I'm going to tell you something important. Grown-ups don't look lik...