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 ….

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….

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….

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 ….

There are no simple words. I don't know why I thought I could hide anything behind language..

Men see what they are most afraid of..

When you put your hands and mind and heart into the knowing of a thing ... there is no room in you for fear..

Epics are never written about libraries. They exist on whim; it depends on if the conquering army likes to read..

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….

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..

Love is an obsolete emotion, ranking in usefulness somewhere between earwigs and toe mold..

...that once were urgent and necessary for an orderly world and now were buried away, gathering dust and of no use to anyone..

What do you think love is - a thing to startle from the heart like a bird at every shout or blow? You can fly from me, high as you choose into your d….

I do not want to choose which one of you I must love or hate. Here, I am free to do neither. I want no part of your bitterness..

Shall I add a man to my collection?.

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….

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….

Then you will have to trust me. Beyond logic, beyond reason, beyond hope, trust me..

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….