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...

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

To live would be an awfully big adventure.

We should follow every supply that runs into the particular lake below, going upstream in terms of we can. When we do not find Drakes’ path, or even an additional, we should come back straight...

All your words are but to say: you are a woman, and your part is in the house. But when the men have died in battle and honour, you have leave to be burned in...

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, sandy hole with nothing in...

War was easy. The hard part was cleaning up afterward.

Money Chiefs, loud and long notes are not songs. Silent snow wets Earth, seeds grow, flowers’ honey purses seek neither wealth nor power, and the forest’s quiet wisdom needs no wind to blow.

Tant que mes jambes me permettent de fuir, tant que mes bras me permettent de combattre, tant que l’expérience que j’ai du monde me permet de savoir ce que je peux craindre ou désirer, nulle...

Part of the appeal of the fantastic is taking ridiculous ideas very seriously and pretending they’re not absurd.

If you keep pretending you’re in that book, it will make you not want to live in the life you’re in.

I write fiction. It may have mystery, it may have horror, it may have fantasy, it may have love, but like life, it’s all the same genre.

Mostra che le loro parole possono ferirti, e non sarai più libero dalla derisione. Se proprio vogliono darti un nome, accettalo, fallo tuo, in modo che poi non possano mai più usarlo per farti del...

He had only heard of dragons, and although he had never seen one, he was sure they existed.

It was the ideal place where people call ‘home.

I was going to paddle barefoot upstream in Yorkshire, I’d wait until at least May before I tried it. But you go ahead, love. You’re clearly a Spartan lass.

‘Now that your speech impediment has been rectified, perhaps you might say something. It would be best if it were humorous. I enjoy a good jest.’ ‘You are dreadfully rude,’ I said to him. He...

a means to conquer the terrors of mankind through metaphor.

Fantasies are absolutely safe, as long as you never try to make them a reality.

Goodbye Curly. I’ll see you next summer. Keep out of trouble, now, until I come back.

Good, if you were not part Lycanthrope that blow would have killed you. Now, stop fighting your pain and embrace it.

My laboratory,’ I said, experimentally, drawing out each syllable. ‘Why is it that saying it like that always makes me want to follow it with ‘mwoo-hah-hah-hahhhhh’? ”You were overexposed to Hammer Films as a child?’...

You live and die in the batting of my eyes. You cast a wavering shadow over the snow for a day. I cast my shadow over empires across eons.” – Orm Hinn Langi the Dragon

The Dreaming is always; forever… it’s always happening, and us mob, we’re part of it, all the time, everywhere, and every-when too.

Been lickin’ peanut-butter spoons? Maybe I should call you butterfingers. It has a better ring than Hella Shella. – Tran’Answer my question, Tran. Right now. Or I show you just what these fingers’–I wiggled my...

Mind gleams in every atom of the Universe.

The Rainbow is a promise

And who is your master?”No answer came.Andrew’s insatiable rage rose up and swallowed his grief like a yawning ocean mouth, the darkest depths surging to the surface to form a mighty tidal wave. He closed...

Ascente cha ores ri ve breazza.””Turn your ear to the wind,” she interpreted. “Stand strong.

I mean that we are both in space and inside the tower at the same time.””Why is it so dark here?” Ni asked.”At the beginning, it is always dark.” Simone replied, “Then everything comes into...

Even the best laid plans turn to hell when exposed to reality

His eyes were frighteningly alive, the curve of his mouth savage and pleased. It suddenly didn’t seem at all surprising that he should be able to pull things from his dreams.In that moment, Blue was...

Fiction is the evidence that reality exists

Go forward in your beliefs and teachings, educate the open-minded and be humble to the ones who aren’t.

Surrealism, then, neither aims to subvert realism, as does the fantastic, nor does it try to transcend it. It looks for different means by which to explore reality itself.

Splendor was the decree of the day.

When she stopped kissing him his hand went to her waist to pull her back. the sun beat down on us. The day quivered. The sky was as deep as the ocean. We breathed underwater.

Thinking about such things soothed the creature as it dug at the base of a tall oak tree, deep into the ground, covering itself with dirt and leaves and moss; hiding, healing, waiting.

We both knew the place we were at and what that meant. We both felt the regret and the loss. We both knew that without me, none of it would have been possible. Without me,...

I’d like that, too, in the future. I won’t resist, if you take me away,” said Faria.

Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.

He had always thought that death was black nothingness, but he had not counted on being awake for it.

So, what you’re basically telling me is death is boring but no worse than hanging out with family.

I have also fantasised myself to be his female slave, but this does not suffice, for after all every woman can be the slave of her husband.

I told you there was no such thing as immortality, not even for dragons.

Did it ever occur to you that when he told you he would come back he was lying? Many a man has done it. He probably meant no malice – he just did not want...

It is practically an axiom in psychiatry that precocious intellect combined with physical weakness can give rise to many unpleasant character traits – avarice, delusions of grandeur , and obsessive masturbation, to name just a...

Probably not, but we can pretend.

As an author I’m in my head all day and I worry that I lose touch with reality. But then my dog pees on my shoe and I know I’ve found it again.

The unification of worlds is an author’s priority, as one of them surely resides forbidden to the public.