Fuck you,” said Czernobog. “Fuck you and fuck your mother and fuck the fucking horse you fucking rode in on. You will not even die in battle. No warrior will taste your blood. No one...

CHORONZON: I am a dire wolf, prey-stalking, lethal prowler.MORPHEUS: I am a hunter, horse-mounted, wolf-stabbing.CHORONZON: I am a horsefly, horse-stinging, hunter-throwing.MORPHEUS: I am a spider, fly-consuming, eight legged.CHORONZON: I am a snake, spider-devouring, posion-toothed.MORPHEUS: I...

They believe themselves Lucifer’s equals, Cain, all these pitiful little gnats. But there is only one that we have ever owned to be our superior. There is but one greater than us, and to him…...

The one thing that you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you...

Monsters come in all shapes and sizes. Some of them are things people are scared of. Some of them are things that look like things people used to be scared of a long time ago....

Read. Read anything. Read the things they say are good for you, and the things they claim are junk. You’ll find what you need to find. Just read.

There was once a young man who wished to gain his Heart’s Desire.

Adult helplessness destroys children. Or it forces them to become tiny adults of their own.

I think all – or the ones thet I’ve run into – tend to have a faintly tenuous relationship with the real world, because so much is going on on the inside. They may be...

But he did not understand the price. Mortals never do. They only see the prize, their heart’s desire, their dream… But the price of getting what you want, is getting what you once wanted.

In my experience, writers tend to be really good at the inside of their own heads and imaginary people, and a lot less good at the stuff going on outside, which means that quite often...

We owe it to each other to tell stories.

The cat wrinkled its nose and managed to look unimpressed. “Calling cats,” it confided, “tends to be a rather overrated activity. Might as well call a whirlwind.

Black as night, sweet as sin.

There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.

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...

A nice, easy place for freedom of speech to be eroded is comics, because comics are a natural target whenever an election comes up.

I was always so relieved that anyone wants to publish anything I’ve written.

What,” asked Mr Croup, “do you want?””What,” asked the Marquis de Carabas, a little more rhetorically, “does anyone want?””Dead things,” suggested Mr Vandemar. “Extra teeth.

Never trust a demon. He has a hundred motives for anything he does … Ninety-nine of them, at least, are malevolent.

Most books on witchcraft will tell you that witches work naked. This is because most books on witchcraft were written by men.

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

So,” he asked. “How’s death?””Hard,” she said. “It just keeps going.

Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of a job: it’s always you versus a blank sheet of paper (or a blank screen) and quite often the blank piece of paper wins.

I really don’t know what “I love you” means.I think it means “Don’t leave me here alone.

The one thing you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you can....

I believe we have an obligation to read for pleasure, in private and in public places. If we read for pleasure, if others see us reading, then we learn, we exercise our imaginations. We show...

CHORONZON “I am anti-life, the beast of judgement. I am the dark at the end of everything. The end of universes, Gods, worlds… of everything. And what will you be then, Dreamlord?”MORPHEUS “I am hope.

This is a work of fiction. All the characters in it, human and otherwise, are imaginary, excepting only certain of the fairy folk, whom it might be unwise to offend by casting doubts on their...

There was a smile dancing on his lips, although it was a wary smile, for the world is a bigger place than a little graveyard on a hill; and there would be dangers in it...

He is holding a book.Inside the book is the Universe.

Us in the graveyard, we wants you to stay alive. We wants you to surprise us and disappoint us and impress us and amaze us.

The myths are dead. The gods are dead. The ghosts and ghouls and phantoms are dead. There is only the State, and the People.- No, Monsieur Robespierre. There is much more than that.

People tend to find books when they are ready for them.

Libraries are our friends.

Three years in London had not changed Richard, although it had changed the way he perceived the city. Richard had originally imagined London as a gray city, even a black city, from pictures he had...

You’ll think this is a bit silly, but I’m a bit–well, I have a thing about birds.””What, a phobia?””Sort of.””Well, that’s the common term for an irrational fear of birds.””What do they call a rational...

I was the kind of kid whose parents would drop him off at the local town library on their way to work, and I’d go and work my way through the children’s area.

The current total of countries in the world with First Amendments is one. You have guaranteed freedom of speech. Other countries don’t have that.

We have eyes and we have nervesesWe have tails we have teethYou’ll all get what you deservesesWhen we rise from underneath.

…Come home, Bod.’ ‘I think . . . I said things to Silas. He’ll be angry.’ ‘If he didn’t care about you, you couldn’t upset him,’ was all she said.

Name the different kinds of people,’ said Miss Lupescu. ‘Now.’Bod thought for a moment. ‘The living,’ he said. ‘Er. The dead.’ He stopped. Then, ‘… Cats?’ he offered, uncertainly.

Because if you don’t stand up for the stuff you don’t like, when they come for the stuff you do like, you’ve already lost.

Fox was here first, and his brother was the wolf. Fox said, people will live forever. If they die they will not die for long. Wolf said, no, people will die, people must die, all...

Whatever happened to me in my life, happened to me as a writer of plays. I’d fall in love, or fall in lust. And at the height of my passion, I would think, ‘So this...

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.

I walk across the dreaming sands under the pale moon: through the dreams of countries and cities, past dreams of places long gone and times beyond recall.

Omnia Mutantur, Nihil Interit. ‘Everything changes, but nothing is truly lost.

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

Never use five words if you can get away with one, eh? I’ve known dead men talk more than you do.