Occupation: Author Birth: February 29, 1948
There was the gaudy patch of sunflowers beside the west gate of the palace of the Prince of Ombria, that did nothing all day long but turn their gold….
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..
At its best, fantasy rewards the reader with a sense of wonder about what lies within the heart of the commonplace world. The greatest tales are told….
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 ….
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….
I don't teach lies, but I do not teach all I know is true..
There are no simple words. I don't know why I thought I could hide anything behind language..
The man was hit in one eye by a stone, and that eye turned inward so that it looked into his mind, and he died of what he saw there.
Do you become in visible?' 'No. I'm there, if you know how to look. I stand between the place you look at and the place you see. Behind what you expe….
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….
Then you will have to trust me. Beyond logic, beyond reason, beyond hope, trust me..
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..
I write fantasy because it's there. I have no other excuse for sitting down for several hours a day indulging my imagination. Daydreaming. Thinking u….
She is our moon. Our tidal pull. She is the rich deep beneath the sea, the buried treasure, the expression in the owl's eye, the perfume in the wild ….
Peace, tremulous, unexpected, sent a taproot out of nowhere into Morgan's heart..
Epics are never written about libraries. They exist on whim; it depends on if the conquering army likes to read..
If you have no faith in yourself, then have faith in the things you call truth. You know what must be done. You may not have courage or trust or unde….
When you put your hands and mind and heart into the knowing of a thing ... there is no room in you for fear..
Wisdom never learned silence, and it is most annoying when least wanted..
[Imagination] must be visited constantly, or else it begins to become restless and emit strange bellows at embarrassing moments; ignoring it only mak….