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When I was 7, my proudest possession would have been my bookshelf - 'cause I'd alphabetized all of the books on my bookshelf.
When I was 7, my proudest possession would have been my bookshelf 'cause I had alphabetized all of the books on my bookshelf.
Most books on witchcraft will tell you that witches work naked. This is because most books on witchcraft were written by men.
Bod was thrilled. He imagined a future in which he could read everything, in which all stories could be opened and discovered.
Writer advice... Write. Finish things. Go for walks. Read a lot & outside your comfort zone. Stay interested. Daydream. Write.
You don’t want to ask after the health of anyone, if you’re a funeral director. They think maybe you’re scouting for business.
I think I would rather be a man than a god. We don’t need anyone to believe in us. We just keep going anyhow. It’s what we do.
I think . . . I said things to Silas. He'll be angry.' 'If he didn't care about you, you couldn't upset him,' was all she said.
When I was young, I was reading anything and anything I could lay my hands on. I was a veracious-to-the-point-of-insane reader.
And then he'd tried to become an official Atheist and hadn't got the rock-hard self-satisfied strength of belief even for that.
I don't know much more than I did when I was alive. Most of the stuff I know now that I didn't know then I can't put into words.
To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due.
A novel seemed the easiest way to get what I had had in my head into the inside of other people's heads. Books are good that way.
She smiled at Coraline, as if it had been a very long time since she had smiled and she had almost, but not quite, forgotten how.
But there was a kitten on my pillow, and it was purring in my face and vibrating gently with every purr, and, very soon, I slept.
Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.
Too much talking these days. Talk talk talk. This country would get along much better if people learned how to suffer in silence.
Richard opened his hand, and the key stared up at him from his palm. "By my crooked teeth," asked Richard, remembering, "who am I?
Do you know why I stopped being Delight, my brother? I do. There are things not in your book. There are paths outside this garden.
In comics, collaboration saves your life. How well you can work with an artist, a colorist, a letterer, is how good your comic is.
Virginia is the place, where, technologically speaking, they will burn people at the stake for possessing such things as toasters.
I tweet, therefore my entire life has shrunk to 140 character chunks of instant event and predigested gnomic wisdom. And swearing.
I can believe things that are true and things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not.
A nice, easy place for freedom of speech to be eroded is comics, because comics are a natural target whenever an election comes up.
I enjoy writing scripts. I can find out what happens. With an outline, I feel like I'm doing an architectural diagram of something.
On the whole, anything that gets you writing and keeps you writing is a good thing. Anything that stops you writing is a bad thing.
I've never known anyone who was what he or she seemed; or at least, was only what he or she seemed. People carry worlds within them.
I loved all books that I could read, and I never knew if I was ready for it until I tried to read it, so I tried to read everything.
Trees there were, old as trees can be, huge and grasping with hearts black as sin. Strange trees that some said walked in the night.
It's not irrelevant, those moments of connection, those places where fiction saves your life. It's the most important thing there is.
Genre fiction, as Terry Pratchett has pointed out, is a stew. You take stuff out of the pot, you put stuff back. The stew bubbles on.
There is a proverbial saying chiefly concerned with warning against too closely calculating the numerical value of un-hatched chicks.
Often you will discover that the harder you work, and the more wisely you work, the luckier you get. But there is luck, and it helps.
This is how you do it: you sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until its done. It's that easy, and that hard.
She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.
For some folks death is release, and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I'm there for all of them.
Can you believe it? Fifty miles from McDonald's. I didn't think there was anywhere in the world that was fifty miles from McDonald's.
A short story is the ultimate close-up magic trick -- a couple of thousand words to take you around the universe or break your heart.
I have always felt that violence was the last refuge of the incompetent, and empty threats the last sanctuary of the terminally inept.
If you are protected from dark things then you have no protection of, knowledge of, or understanding of dark things when they show up.
He was painfully shy, which, as is often the manner of the painfully shy, he overcompensated for by being too loud at the wrong times.
I don't think it would be fun to write after inhaling art fumes. (What are art fumes?) No, I just make stuff up. It's easier that way.
Here you go, she said. I don't need it anymore. I'm very grateful. I think it may have saved my life, saved some other people's death.
He had noticed that events were cowards: they didn't occur singly, but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once.
Sister Mary chose that moment to come in with the tea. Satanist or not, she'd also found a plate and arranged some iced biscuits on it.
Continuity isn't actually something that I ever worry about. You use it where you need to, and you don't use it where you don't need to.
That is the eternal folly of man. To be chasing after the sweet flesh, without realizing that it is simply a pretty cover for the bones.
We...we could be friends.' We COULD be rare specimens of an exotic breed of dancing African elephants, but we're not. At least, I'M not.
Richard wondered how the marquis managed to make being pushed around in a wheelchair look like a romantic and swashbuckling thing to do.
Dreams are composed of many things, my son. Of images and hopes, of fears and memories. Memories of the past, and memories of the future.