Explore Quotes by Charles De Lint

There's bad apples in whatever way you want to group people - doesn't matter if it's religious, political or social. The big mistake is generalizing.

You can't stand up to the night until you understand what's hiding in its shadows.

Life is like art. You have to work hard to keep it simple and still have meaning.

The magic in this world seems to work in whispers and small kindnesses.

Children are the brightest treasures we bring forth into this world, but too large a percentage of the population continues to treat them as inconveniences and nuisances, when they're not treating them as possessions or toys.

The past scampers like an alley cat through the present, leaving the paw prints of memories scattered helter-skelter.

I'm not Chinese. I thrive in interesting times.

But that's what we all are-just stories. We only exist by how people remember us, by the stories we make of our lives. Without the stories, we'd just fade away.

If you're not ready to die, then how can you live?

There are people who take the heart out of you, and there are people who put it back.

Let it go on record that any confusion arose simply because we lacked certain commonalities of reference.

One expected growth, change; without it, the world was less, the well of inspiration dried up, the muses fled.

What I want to do is travel deep and deeper into the dreamlands, to find that place that I know is waiting for me here. My home.

Sculptors, poets, painters, musicians-they're the traditional purveyors of Beauty. But it can as easily be created by a gardener, a farmer, a plumber, a careworker.

We call them faerie. We don't believe in them. Our loss.

The fey wonders of the world only exist while there are those with the sight to see them.

The trouble with advice is that it's usually something you don't want to hear.

We're all made of stories. When they finally put us underground, the stories are what will go on.

There are few joys to compare with the telling of a well-told tale.

Often the magical elements in my books are standing in for elements of the real world, the small and magical-in-their-own-right sorts of things that we take for granted and no longer pay attention to, like the bonds of friendship that entwine our own lives with those of other people and places.

When one of my characters becomes aware of a magical element, it might be because the world is wider than we assume it to be, but it might also be a reminder to pay attention to what is here already, hidden only because it's been forgotten.