“I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.”

But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?

I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled.

Books make great gifts because they have whole worlds inside of them. And it’s much cheaper to buy somebody a book than it is to buy them the whole world!

Adventures are all very well in their place, but there’s a lot to be said for regular meals and freedom from pain.

I don’t want whatever I want. Nobody does. Not really. What kind of fun would it be if I just got everything I ever wanted just like that, and it didn’t mean anything? What then?

Nobody looks like what they really are on the inside. You don’t. I don’t. People are much more complicated than that. It’s true of everybody.

Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.

Not only are there no happy endings,’ she told him, ‘there aren’t even any endings.

I liked myths. They weren’t adult stories and they weren’t children’s stories. They were better than that. They just were.

Rule number one: Don’t fuck with librarians.

Whatever it is you’re scared of doing, Do it.

An Angel who did not so much fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards.

This is how you do it: you sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until it’s done. It’s that easy, and that hard.

Face your life, its pain, its pleasure, Leave no path untaken.

Books were safer than other people anyway.

What power would hell have if those imprisoned here would not be able to dream of heaven?

You only meet someone, as deeply as they’ve met themselves. So do not allow their demons to condemn your soul to hell.

You greet people and are fooled by their smiles. I greet people and I’m haunted by the pain in their eyes.

Tonight skin on skin is not close enough. I want to feel you deep within.

She believes that she’s learnt to stay alone. Deep down in her heart she feels lonely.

The more natural the connection, the more devastating the disconnect.

Sometimes the prettiest souls are hiding the most violent demons.

Those who broke you were once the glue that held your pieces together.

When you’re in love, you go beyond; not far.