Everything is the way it is because we’ve all agreed that’s the way it is.

I read and write for character. If I like and can relate to the characters in a story I can enjoy any kind of story. I also want something with a definitive plot—you know, beginning,...

Magic lies in between things, between the day and the night, between yellow and blue, between any two things.

The best change you can make is to hold up a mirror so that people can look into it and change themselves. That’s the only way a person can be changed.”By looking into yourself,” Zia...

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...

There’s no such thing as fiction”, Annie told him once. “If you can imagine something, then it’s happened.

Don’t forget- no one else sees the world the way you do, so no one else can tell the stories that you have to tell

Life’s an act of magic, too. Claire Hamill sings a line in one of her songs that really sums it up for me: ‘If there’s no magic, there’s no meaning.’ Without magic- or call it...

I do believe in an everyday sort of magic — the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice,...

There were two forests for every one you entered. There was the one you walked in, the physical echo, and then there was the one that was connected to all the other forests, with no...

Everybody has a soul.” I turn to Pelly. “And that means you, too.” “I’m not so sure of that,” he says. “What does it feel like?” “Having a soul?” I look at Maxine, but she...

The more she tried to recapture the impulse that had set her wanting to put pen to paper, the less it seemed to have ever existed in the first place.

What do they say about meeting a bear in the woods? Oh right, you shouldn’t. And to make sure you don’t, you should make a lot of noise so that they’ll will know where you...

As the new work fills my notebooks, I’ve come to realize that the characters in my stories were so real because I really did want to get close to people, I really did want to...

We end up stumbling our way through the forest, never seeing all the unexpected and wonderful possibilities and potentials because we’re looking for the idea of a tree, instead of appreciating the actual trees in...

All forests are one… They are all echoes of the first forest that gave birth to Mystery when the world began.

Can you remember how you felt when you were communicating through your artwork? Not just the sense of completion, but the sense of rightness- the sense that you had brought to life something that could...

Inside us lies every possibility that is available to a sentient being. Every darkness, every light. It is the choices we make that decide who or what we will be.

A name can’t begin to encompass the sum of all her parts. But that’s the magic of names, isn’t it? That the complex, contradictory individuals we are can be called up complete and whole in...

There’s more to life than just surviving . . . but . . . sometimes just surviving is all you get

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.

Beauty isn’t what you see on TV or in magazine ads or even necessarily in art galleries. It’s a lot deeper and a lot simpler than that. It’s realizing the goodness of things, it’s leaving...

It’s my diary”, she’d explained. “Every mark I’ve had drawn on my skin connects me to where and who I’ve been- so I never forget who I am and how I got here.”There was humour...

I watched the people passing below, each of them a story, each story part of somebody else’s, all of it connected to the big story of the world. People weren’t islands, so far as I...

If you cherish something enough”, she told me, “it doesn’t matter how old or worn or useless it’s become; your caring for it immediately raises its value in somebody else’s eyes. It’s just like rehab-...

But if I could just get som ehint, some sign…” Conchita smiles, without humor, but with great affection. “That’s the point behind faith,” she says. “It’s not something you can prove….I know you hate to...

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...

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.

Don’t forget – no one else sees the world the way you do, so no one else can tell the stories that you have to tell.

I hate the thought of her being forced into a box that doesn’t fit her. Of having her wings cut off, her sight blinded, her hearing muted, her voice stilled.

We’re all made of stories. When they finally put us underground, the stories are what will go on. Not forever, perhaps, but for a time. It’s a kind of immortality, I suppose, bounded by limits,...

I want to be magic. I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile. I want to be a friend of elves and live in a tree. Or under a hill....

magic” of friendship, art, community, and social activism. Although most of his books have not been published specifically for adolescents and young adults, nonetheless young readers find them and embrace them with particular passion. I’ve...

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...

The thing to remember when you’re writing is, it’s not whether or not what you put on paper is true. It’s whether it wakes a truth in your reader.

I’m not…’ Angharad began, but then she thought. Not what? Not a bad person? Perhaps. But had she never known anger? Never held unkind thoughts? The stranger’s observation was valid. No one was innocent of...

There are no happy endings… There are no endings, happy or otherwise. We all have our own stories which are just part of the one Story that binds both this world and Faerie. Sometimes we...

It’s all a matter of paying attention, being awake in the present moment, and not expecting a huge payoff. The magic in this world seems to work in whispers and small kindnesses.

Having to amuse myself during those earlier years, I read voraciously and widely. Mythic matter and folklore made up much of that reading—retellings of the old stories (Mallory, White, Briggs), anecdotal collections and historical investigations...

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,...

If I can get them to read, they do. I tell them: Stories are important.” And then he looked at me and smiled.

Every time you do a good deed you shine the light a little farther into the dark. And the thing is, when you’re gone that light is going to keep shining on, pushing the shadows...

When you’re touched by magic, nothing’s ever quite the same again. What really makes me sad is all those people who never have the chance to know that touch. They’re too busy, or they just...

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...

Growing up, I’d already decided I wanted to be a beatnik. A Bohemian poet, I thought. Or a musician. Maybe an artist. I’d dress in black turtlenecks and smoke Gitanes. I’d listen to cool jazz...

Like legend and myth, magic fades when it is unused — hence all the old tales of elfin kingdoms moving further and further away from our world, or that magical beings require our faith, our...

I don’t want to live in the kind of world where we don’t look out for each other. Not just the people that are close to us, but anybody who needs a helping hand. I...

Not only do we all have magic, it’s all around us as well. We just don’t pay attention to it. Every time we make something out of nothing, that’s an act of magic. It doesn’t...

Music’s the soundtrack of my life and has been since I was a teenager. There’s always music. If I’m not playing it, I’m listening to it. With my writing…sometimes it inspires a story, sometimes it...

Once upon a time there was what there was, and if nothing had happened there would be nothing to tell.