Occupation: Author Birth: February 29, 1948
There are no simple words. I don't know why I thought I could hide anything behind language..
Research the imagination. It was as obsolete as the appendix in most adults, except for those in whom, like the appendix, it became inflamed for no r….
Epics are never written about libraries. They exist on whim; it depends on if the conquering army likes to read..
What?" It was a good word. Like a rock in a river, sticking up to let you land on it, so you could make your way across the flow..
Imagination is the golden-eyed monster that never sleeps. It must be fed; it cannot be ignored..
But you must stop playing among his ghosts -- it's stupid and dangerous and completely pointless. He's trying to lay them to rest here, not stir them….
Wisdom never learned silence, and it is most annoying when least wanted..
Content, it dreams awake, and spins the fabric of tales. There is really nothing to be done with such imagery except to use it: in writing, in art..
[Imagination] must be visited constantly, or else it begins to become restless and emit strange bellows at embarrassing moments; ignoring it only mak….
Peace, tremulous, unexpected, sent a taproot out of nowhere into Morgan's heart..
I would be mute, beautiful, changless as the earth for you. I would be your memory, without age, always innocent, always waiting in the King's white ….
Only yesterday a young woman came to me wanting a trap set for a man with a sweet smile and lithe arms. She was a fool, not for wanting him, but for ….
But even in the schoolyard I'd been aware of that silence, that reserve in him, as though he'd been raised by foxes and language was his second langu….
Branches grew from his hands, his hair. His thoughts tangled like roots in the ground. He strained upward. Pitch ran like tears down his back. His na….
That's the beginning of magic. Let your imagination run and follow it..
The odd thing about people who had many books was how they always wanted more..
It’s an odd thing, happiness. Some people take happiness from gold. Or black pearls. And some of us, far more fortunate, take their happiness from pe….
Men see what they are most afraid of..
Those who fear the imagination condemn it: something childish, they say, something monsterish, misbegotten. Not all of us dream awake. But those of u….
Night is not something to endure until dawn. It is an element, like wind or fire. Darkness is its own kingdom; it moves to its own laws, and many liv….
Imagination is best fed by reality, an odd diet for something nonexistent there are few details of daily life and its broad range of emotional contex….