Confidence is like a dragon where, for every head cut off, two more heads grow back.

Maybe at the very bottom of it… I really don’t like God. You know, it’s silly to say I don’t like God because I don’t believe in God, but in the same sense that I...

Fantasies… who needs fantasies? I have memories.

How’s daydreaming affecting nightmares?? Showing the light where is all dark!

It’s not a question of can or can’t. There are some things in life you just do.

The world of a cat is unlike any other. What is seen through their eyes cannot be understood by anyone besides another cat. Their world is filled with secrets and adventures that are always present...

Death is unstoppable. One must face it as a fact of life

Love has an extreme capacity to offer everything we need but not without extreme pain. Anyone who tastes the sweet fruit -joy of love, deserves to taste the bitter fruit -pain of separation. Nobody should...

People don’t care about being duped as long as they’re happy, which is the shortest form of happiness; hence ‘self-duprication’ becomes a habit.

Comforting lies are better than a hurting truth, is my policy, but it’s impossible to lie in front of you

I couldn’t say the real reason for my call when he asked me, ‘Anything else?’ It was hard for me to end the call. There was nothing I could say to him directly, but there...

The sun does not abandon the moon to darkness.

Her silhouette never has regrets.

In a calm, clear voice, she suggested that the wyrsa in question could do several highly improbable, athletically difficult and possibly biologically impractical things involving its own mother, a few household implements, and a dead...

Love is an invisible force that makes you realize that reality is better than fantasy.

In truth, his most ardent fantasy was to hear her saying the three words he had repeated so often already. I love you.

If you try to take our heart without earning our soul, our heart will break

John Mandrake was an attractive young man, and the scent of power hung about him, sweet and intoxicating, like honeysuckle in the evening air.

I was just about to pull out the gun for you to play single-player Russian Roulette.

And gag you,” Joseph cheerfully reminded them.

Ever heard the tale of Neptune’s Children?

There is no law stronger than that ofmagic. – Kian

But when reality was hopeless, fantasy became more and more necessary.

Sé que mañana despertaré, Gryal, y lo haré tan vacía y triste como un río sin lluvia. Dime, amado, ,quién será mi lluvia? ,Quién mojará mi cuerpo cuando me faltes? Vuelve, amor, vuelve sano y...

They seek neither truth nor likelihood; they seek astonishment. They think metaphysics is a branch of the literature of fantasy

(…) La felicidad es tener un corazón capaz de amar. Es saber que has sido importante para alguien… Que de algún modo, en algún momento, has marcado la diferencia. Y la muerte no es nada...

A face stared up at her from the mirror beside her hand. Was that really what she looked like? Was that really what she looked like, all sharp lines and huge silver-grey eyes? Certainly, no...

Promise?”I promise.

The abbot cleared his throat. “You are all very stupid people,” he told them graciously, “and you do not know anything at all.

In the woods lay a bleeding angel in all her glory. Her arms posed gracefully above her head and her hair soaked in the mud, the blood and feces in which she lay. Dying, fading...

He smiled at me, and just like that I was completely happy to be who I was. I knew it wouldn’t be easy all the time, but right now it was as simple as sunshine...

It be more a feeling. Something swirls out in the beyond, something unnatural. It’s the reason so few venture to these worlds. The black spaces are a part of it, pieces unraveling pulling apart. We’ve...

Love Darren? Of course not. Love is for fools not smart enough to see the path in front of them. That’s the difference between you and I, Ryiah. I see the truth and accept Darren...

Alderic, Knight of the Order of the City and the Assault, hereditary Guardian of the King’s Peace of Mind, a man not unremembered among the makers of myth, pondered so long upon the Gibbelins’ hoard...

I have yet to face Writer’s Block and I don’t believe I ever will. It is much more difficult for me to shut my imagination down to get a good nights sleep than it is...

After the third [San Miguel], I am likely to announce that all writing is fantasy anyway: that to set any event down in print is immediately to begin to lie about it, thank goodness; and...

How crazy it would be if the moon did spin and the earth stood still and the sun went dim!How absolutely ludicrous if snakes could walk and kids could fly and mimes did talk!How silly...

He danced across my heart like a pirate,Constantly discovering my secrets,Turning over every hidden treasure,Drowning me in his fantasy.

Who wants to drink blood for eternity? What we have discovered is far more seductive and a great deal more dangerous…

*You are not yet in the Emerald Dream. First, you must remove your earthly shell…* the voice in his head instructed. *As you reach the state of sleep, you will slip your body off as...

She knew that her lifework had changed forever that day. She was being called to use her gift to help prevent a tragedy such as this from ever happening again. And she knew, without question,...

I remembered what it was like to die-the pain, the fear, the doubt, and the unknown. Somehow I had cheated death once. Now I was about to try again.

Mothers are like dungeons. Some really stink and you’ll do anything to avoid them. And some are lush sanctuaries filled with gold, jewels, and butterscotch schnapps-spiked Nestle Nesquik.

Percy,” my father said, “what exactly do you mean?” “Kronos couldn’t have risen if it hadn’t been for a lot of demigods who felt abandoned by their parents,” I said. “They felt angry, resentful, and...

Some part of me knew from the first that what I wanted was not reality but myth.

So I find words I never thought to speakIn streets I never thought I should revisitWhen I left my body on a distant shore.

Secondly, I don’t see you as human, let alone a man. You are more like a homicidal invention, of my hormonal teenage nightmare; which I can’t seem to be able to awake from.

Even though I was fairly certain God wasn’t Ted Bundy, I kept an open mind, since this phone call was getting a bit confusing.

Don’t go hating on the classics.

Oh, don’t get me started! I love fantasy, I read it for pleasure, even after all these years. Pat McKillip, Ursula Le Guin and John Crowley are probably my favorite writers in the field, in...