“A book is a dream that you hold in your hands.”

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

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?

I would like to see anyone, prophet, king, or God, convince a thousand cats to do the same thing at the same time.

You don’t get explanations in real life. You just get moments that are absolutely, utterly, inexplicably odd.

Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel.

The sky had never seemed so sky; the world had never seemed so world.

It’s a beautiful thing, the destruction of words.

Her eyes are my favorite book to read.

Words mean more than we mean to express when we use them: so a whole book ought to mean a great deal more than the writer meant.

There is no great book than the elders of the home.

Help! Mom! There Are Liberals Under My Bed’ is the title of the book.

What progress we are making. In the Middle Ages they would have burned me. Now they are content with burning my books.

Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries.

I wrote my first novel because I wanted to read it.