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The problems with success, frankly, are infinitely preferable to the problems of failure.
When angels go bad they are worse than anyone else. Remember Lucifer used to be an angel.
The world always seems brighter when you've just made something that wasn't there before.
I've been inspired by dreams - I've even stolen scenes or images or characters from them.
I have no plans to love you," said Coraline. "No matter what. You can't make me love you.
I am not by nature the kind of creator who is transgressive in order to be transgressive.
I really don't know what "I love you" means. I think it means "Don't leave me here alone.
Are we human because we gaze at the stars or do we gaze at the stars because we are human?
It is sometimes a mistake to climb; it is always a mistake never even to make the attempt.
It has been said that civilization is twenty-four hours and two meals away from barbarism.
For love is no part of the dreamworld. Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel.
Is the chemical aftertaste the reason why people eat hot dogs, or is it some kind of bonus?
I remembered something somebody had once said to me. It's okay. Everyday is freshly ground.
I think the short story is a very underrated art form. We know that novels deserve respect.
Adult helplessness destroys children. Or it forces them to become tiny adults of their own.
Nobody will ever hurt her. She’ll just smile her faint vague wonderful smile and walk away.
Sometimes the best way to learn something is by doing it wrong and looking at what you did.
Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.
Things bloosom in their time. They bud and bloom, blossom and fade. Everything in its time.
I'm going to go home. Everything is going to be normal again. Boring again. Wonderful again.
Writing is flying in dreams. When you remember. When you can. When it works. It's that easy.
As sure as water's wet and days are long and a friend will always disappoint you in the end.
For me, closing libraries is the equivalent of eating your seed corn to save a little money.
Picking five favorite books is like picking the five body parts you'd most like not to lose.
Idris: Are all people like this? The Doctor: Like what? Idris: So much bigger on the inside.
Her other mother smiled brightly and the hair on her head drifted like plants under the sea.
The search for the word gets no easier but nobody else is going to write your novel for you.
I'm sure there's an alternate universe where I got to become a pulpy science fiction writer.
The real problem with stories - if you keep them going long enough, they always end in death.
Walk any path in Destiny's garden, and you will be forced to choose, not once but many times.
We get to experience the same thing in very different ways with different parts of ourselves.
I couldn't get you to the ocean, but there was nothing stopping me bringing the ocean to you.
That's sexism, that is. Going around giving people girly presents just because they're a girl.
It stared at them, and it paused for a hundred years, which transpired in a dozen heart beats.
I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too.
"Some things may change," said Wednesday, abruptly. "People, however... People stay the same."
All writers have this vague hope that the elves will come in the night and finish any stories.
What are these fundamental principles, if they are not atoms?" "Stories. And they give me hope.
Only the phoenix rises and does not descend. And everything changes. And nothing is truly lost.
There's nothing for getting you good fast like having to be good fast, if that makes any sense.
Death is the second oldest of the Endless. It's hard not to love her. She loves you, after all.
Really, he thought, if you couldn't trust a poet to offer sensible advice, who could you trust?
Even dreams, the most delicate and intangible of things, can prove remarkable difficult to kill.
It sounded like a piece of blackboard being dragged over the nails of a wall of severed fingers.
Have you ever had one of those days when something just seems to be trying to tell you somebody?
Writers may be solitary but they also tend to flock together: they like being solitary together.
You see, the outcome of the battle is unimportant. What matters is the chaos, and the slaughter.
The old rules are crumbling and nobody knows what the new rules are...so make up your own rules.
You musn’t be afraid of the dark.’ ‘I’m not,’ said Shadow. ‘I’m afraid of the people in the dark.
Honestly, if you're given the choice between Armageddon or tea, you don't say "what kind of tea?"