Hope is an essential thread in the fabric of all fantasies, an Ariadne’s thread to guide us out of the labyrinth … Human beings have always needed hope, and surely now more than ever.

When did you suddenly become Mister Maturity?

If you’re a ghost,” he said, “we mean you no disrespect. And if you’re not a ghost, tell me who you are-or you soon will be one

She slept a dreamless sleep free of dragons for she had slain them once again. The Children of Ankh

The only magic that’s left in the world right now is the magic that we make ourselves, deliberately. You’re not going to stumble over enchantment by chance. You have to be open to it, looking...

The Lord of Rags and Tatters.

All of sudden I cared what someone thought of me. Because we are friends. And making you miserable and angry makes me miserable and angry. I don’t want to be the person to make you...

Michael: “Thing is, I’d like to go out with you. What are you doing on Saturday?”Siobhan: “Committing suicide.”Michael: “Alright then, what are you doing on Friday?”(from Stormling, 2014)

I cannot breathe, or see, nor swim,My darkness is composed of him.

I can’t be yours forever, Mab,” I told her, the words flying into my mouth as if by magic. “I already belong to someone else. I belong to Alice!

I read so I might live a thousand lives in a lifetime. I write to control the particulars in those lives.

The problem with a lot of people who read only literary fiction is that they assume fantasy is just books about orcs and goblins and dragons and wizards and bullshit. And to be fair, a...

ARE YOU CRAZY?” I ASKED. He gave me the same wordless look he always did when I asked that question.

The combination of razor-sharp wit (completely real) and his credentials (completely fake) had won them over in the end.

Hey!” I turned, crossing my arms and glaring. “I was talking to him!”Tybalt eyed me with amusement, which just made me glare harder. “No, you were inciting him to stab you with a toothpick. Again,...

Writing is the place where I can be as bold and compassionate and wise as I choose.

Step One: Grab Mattie. Step Two: Run. It wasn’t much of a plan. But what it lacked in potential it made up for in simplicity.

This apparent hurly-burly and disorder turn out, after all, to reproduce real life with its fantastic ways more accurately than the most carefully studied out drama of manners. Every man is in himself all humanity,...

He felt in his heart cruelty and cowardice, the things which made him brave and kind.

If you do nothing more in life do what you love. It may not make you rich, but it will always make you happy.

I know you’re scared, Letti, but sweetheart…you haven’t seen anything yet. You’ve not known true fear…

I don’t write fantasy; I write historical novels about an imaginary place.

Tequila! Would you not think fallen angels would be immune to it.” “Fallen, hate that word! I prefer..misplaced

We pretended to be of mud instead of stars. We pretended not to fly.

It was me–a dangerous cocktail of pissed off and hurt.”–Ember (Darkness Of Light)

womens’ issues.” Likewise, in fantasy, the imprimatur of a dude somehow makes stuff like romance, relationship drama, introspection, and adorable animal companions magically not girly after all.In a sense, we male fantasists are allowed to...

Maybe they want us to feel uneasy. Maybe they think we’ll make a mistake if they’re constantly breathing down our necks.’ I shivered violently, as if I really could feel the hot, hungry breath of...

Rhett: If you’ve made up your mind to impale someone, do it with conviction.

The linguistic and literary reality of the biblical tradition is folkloristic in essence. The concept of a benei Israel … is a reflection of no sociopolitical entity of the historical state of Israel of the...

We do not believe that light exists in spite of darkness. We believe that light exists because of it.

Unhappy people needs your smile more than Happy people do

Trenta passi furono sufficienti per raggiungere la meta: in mezzo a una radura trovarono il corpo martoriato della strega. Era circondato da sei dei suoi gatti, impalati tutt’intorno nella piccola radura. L’odore acre del sangue...

The bleached ceilings, walls, and floors gleam in perfection. Drained of color, wiped of contamination, forever untainted they exist; a cold reminder of my purity.

Faris turned on him. “Why choose to wear black today, of all days? I know why I’m in black. Why are you? Mourning?He looked startled. “One does not wear mourning for a servant.”You still don’t...

There is a difference between what I actually want and what I want to have fantasies about. (…) There is a part of my imagination which is a playground, a playground in which I am...

A dark shadow rose from the depth of the watercourse. Forced to crawl out of the oceans rolling waves, it struggled against the pull of the undertow. Rising, it moved further up the white sandy...

There is little required to encourage another; the adventure it inspires is your reward.

Fablehaven’s awesome!!so is the candy shop war!

You are an interesting man, David Charleston, but you sound like you were an even more interesting child.

And, for the gods sake, don’t waste the whole day working! Make time for a bit of adventure dear. This life is only so long.

If I can get them to read, they do. I tell them: Stories are important.” And then he looked at me and smiled.

Get lost in a story–in your dream fantasy…

sind die Götter der neuen Zeit. Die Menschen huldigen den Dingen. Sie verehren die Götter der Zivilisation. Sie verkaufen ihre Seelen an die dunklen Träume von Reichtum und Macht. Die alten Götter nannten Tugenden ihr...

And so the afternoon stretched on, and Ezbon toasted their imminent defeat to the dregs.

Magic, like Photoshop, can do just about anything… but you have to learn how to use it.

The imagination simplifies our endless desires and causes us to fantasize that they can be fulfilled.

Shall we dance,friend of my heart?”We shall, little one.

One word came to mind: pee-yew. Evan tried to place the odor; it wasn’t a heap of decayed garbage or that of a spoiled fish. Truth be told, he smelled like rotten cheese.

The lanterns filled the sky, pulsing with the harmonious light of fireflies, and a great host of ghosts departed from the earth to join them. The higher they rose into the zenith of the heavens,...

But I don’t think Art’s an Einstein – he likes tugging ears, biting people and burping too much to be a genius.