She has given you something of value: the truth in her heart.

It is true. Indeed, that is why I dared not speak. I have yearned to be again at the side of my beloved Arianllyn, and my thoughts are with her now. But had I chosen...

Do you not believe that animals know grief and fear and pain? The world of men is not an easy one for them.

We don’t need to have just one favorite. We keep adding favorites. Our favorite book is always the book that speaks most directly to us at a particular stage in our lives. And our lives...

Surely you can entrust your task to your friends.” “No,” said Taran, after a long pause, “I have taken it on myself through my own choice.””If that is so,” answered Medwyn, “then you can give...

If a storyteller worried about the facts – my dear Lucian, how could he ever get at the truth?

Children may not understand all that’s happening below the surface of a story. It doesn’t matter. Because even though they may not be able to define or verbalize it, they sense there’s something more than...

After seven years of writing – and working many jobs to support my family – I finally got published.

A shade of sorrow passed over Taliesin’s face. ‘There are those,’ he said gently, ‘who must first learn loss, despair, and grief. Of all paths to wisdom, this is the cruelest and longest. Are you...

I shall not lie!” Eilonwy cried, “not for this traitor and deserter.” “It is not for him,” Taran said quietly, “but for the sake of our quest.” “It isn’t right,” Eilonwy began, tears starting in...

That is why your sacrifice was all the more difficult. You chose to be a hero not through enchantment but through your own manhood.

Books can truly change our lives: the lives of those who read them, the lives of those who write them. Readers and writers alike discover things they never knew about the world and about themselves.

We learn more by looking for the answer to a question and not finding it than we do from learning the answer itself.

But, alas, in most of us good and bad are closely woven as the threads on a loom; greater wisdom than mine is needed for the judging.

It is strange,’ he said at last. ‘I had longed to enter the world of men. Now I see it filled with sorrow, with cruelty and treachery, with those who would destroy all around them.’...

Eventually, I was sent to Wales and Germany, and after the war, to Paris.

He will not succeed in this,” Taran said. “Somehow, we must find a way to escape. We dare not lose hope.” “I agree absolutely,” Fflewddur answered. “Your general idea is excellent; it’s only the details...

All that writers can do is keep trying to say what is deepest in their hearts.

Gwydion stood as a wolf at bay, his green eyes glittering, his teeth bared.

I think we should always remember that reading — the experience of a book — is a very private, very personal kind of thing. Sometimes the best response to such an experience is: silence.

My concern is how we learn to be genuine human beings.

Keep out of this,” Lucian said. “I’m not smiting anybody.””You’re showing mercy.” Catch-a-Tick nodded. “That’s heroic, too. But not as good as smiting.

I can’t make sense out of that girl,” he said to the bard, “Can you?” “Never mind,” Fflewddur said, “We aren’t really expected to.

Most of my books have been written in the form of fantasy.

“He loved her…It was noble of him. It was beautiful.”-“It was stupid.

Miss Vesper Holly has the digestive talents of a goat and the mind of a chess master. She is familiar with half a dozen languages and can swear fluently in all of them. She understands...

The ocean filled the footprints where a boy and cat had stood.

There is an exuberance in good fantasy quite unlike the most exalted moments of realistic fiction. Both forms have similar goals; but realism walks where fantasy dances.

Shakespeare, Dickens, Mark Twain, and so many others were my dearest friends and greatest teachers.

Until the thirst for power parched his throat, he was a fearless and noble lord.

Two things never mix: one is enchantments and the other is meddling with them.

My family pleaded with me to forget literature and do something sensible, such as find some sort of useful work.

Forgive me….I called you an idiot. I spoke too hastily. You are not. Had I given it more thought, I would have called you a scoundrel.

Thinking is a bit uncomfortable, but you’ll get used to it. A matter of time and practice.

It is beyond any man’s wisdom to judge the secret heart of another… for in it are good and evil mixed.

I can’t imagine why knowledge, truth and love should be so much of a secret

Using the device of an imaginary world allows me in some strange way to go to the central issues – it’s one of many ways to express feelings about real people, about real human relationships.

Trust your luck, Taran Wanderer. But don’t forget to put out your nets!

When imagination fails, compassion and humaneness dwindle and atrophy along with it. Unleavened by imagination, the variety and richness of life turn into flat abstractions; people become objects to be manipulated — with the social...

There’s this huge number of desperate people.

I decided that adventure was the best way to learn about writing.

For man to be worthy of any rank, he must strive first to be a man.

Long ago I yearned to be a hero without knowing, in truth, what a hero was. Now, perhaps, I understand it a little better. A grower of turnips or a shaper of clay, a Commot...

The muse in charge of fantasy wears good, sensible shoes.

King Arthur was one of my heroes – I played with a trash can lid for a knightly shield and my uncle’s cane for the sword Excalibur.

My luck’s no greater than yours or any man’s. You need only sharpen your eyes to see your luck when it comes, and sharpen your wits to use what falls into your hands.

I only suggest to you: Will you dwell on killing this man? You wish for revenge? If you do, he has already killed you by slow poison. So, let it go. Why waste your time?...

When I was discharged, I attended the University of Paris and met a beautiful Parisian girl, Janine. We soon married and eventually returned to the States.

…Writings can be stolen, or changed, or used for evil purposes. But isn’t the risk worth taking? The more people who share knowledge, the greater safeguard for it. Isn’t there more danger in ignorance than...

Is a man truly what he see himself to be?”Only if what he sees is true.