The enduring rapture with magic and fable has always struck me as latently childish and somehow sexless (and thus also related to childlessness).

Evil surrounds everyone, but not everyone is able to confront it.

Being pregnable is no good. No good at all. Like growing a bitter melon in your belly.

Fantasy stories will always be popular, as there are always readers who are willing to escape, freely, to the worlds that the authors create, and spend time with the characters we give life to.

Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of hers would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman; and how she would keep, through all her riper years, the simple and loving...

It will begin with the six who now tread the streets of a city where the stone pinnacle erects like a reed amongst long grass. Where a bridge expands across a gorge, drifts a cloud...