It was sort of like , thought Fat Charlie, an hour later; in fact, if the witches in had been four little old ladies and if, instead of stirring cauldrons and intoning dread incantations, they had ju...
You got a lifetime. No more. No less.
Richard wrote a diary entry in his head. he began.
Since the dawn of humanity, stories have allowed each of us to be many.
Be wise. Be brave. Be tricky.
Idris: Are all people like this?The Doctor: Like what?Idris: So much bigger on the inside.
There are a number of paths that lead to this place. I have been avoiding them for some small time, now.
Idris: Are all people like this?
The dead can't hurt you, they're dead. Living things can hurt you, living people can hurt you but the dead can't.
The stuff you bring back from dreams is free.
But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?Easy, said the cat. Think of somebody walking around the world. You start out walking away from something and end up coming back to i...
If someone tells you what a story is about, they are probably right.If they tell you that that is all a story is about, they are very definitely wrong.
If an eagle gives you a feather, keep it safe.Remember: that giants sleep too soundly; thatwitches are often betrayed by their appetites;dragons have one soft spot, somewhere, always;hearts can be wel...
I do not believe that all books will or should migrate onto screens: as Douglas Adams once pointed out to me, more than 20 years before the Kindle showed up, a physical book is like a shark. Sharks ar...
And the game begins anew.
When I agreed to give this address, I started trying to think what the best advice I'd been given over the years was.And it came from Stephen King twenty years ago, at the height of the success of San...
No milk, I said.No milk, said my sister.I watched my dad think about this. He looked like he was going to suggest that we have something for breakfast that you do not need milk for, like sausages, but...
By March, the worst of the winter would be over. The snow would thaw, the rivers begin to run and the world would wake into itself again.Not that year.Winter hung in there, like an invalid refusing to...
Picking five favorite books is like picking the five body parts you'd most like not to lose.
Hey, said Shadow. Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are. The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.Say 'Nevermore,' said Shadow.Fuck you, said the r...