If you can fake sincerity, you’ve got it made.
Shadow felt deeply uncomfortable: it was like watching an old wolf stalking a fawn too young to know that if it did not run, and run now, it would wind up in a distant glade with its bones picked clean by the ravens.
Go and make interesting mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here.
You’re alive. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything.
I wanted to be an author as far back as I can remember, mixed with occasional bouts of wanting to be a werewolf when I grew up. But mostly, when I daydreamed, it was about being an author.
The one thing that you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you can.
I once read that you die because you see the Angel of Death, and you fall in love. And you fall in love so hard your soul is sucked out through your eyes, and that’s the moment of death. It’s a lovely, strange old Jewish legend.
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.
I’d love to think that people in the future would gather in theatres, at conventions, and in darkened rooms, and read it out to each other.
Whatever it takes to finish things, finish. You will learn more from a glorious failure than you ever will from something you never finished.
Perfection is like chasing the horizon. Keep moving.
The real world has no obligation to be convincing, so it throws up some very weird moments sometimes.
Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody’s ever made before. Whatever you’re scared of doing, Do it.
Fiction takes us to places that we would never otherwise go, and puts us behind eyes that are not our own.
Picking five favorite books is like picking the five body parts you’d most like not to lose.
Face your life, its pain, its pleasure, leave no path untaken.
A world in which there are monsters, and ghosts, and things that want to steal your heart is a world in which there are angels, and dreams and a world in which there is hope.
People who believe they’ll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, learn it doesn’t work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.
Real life doesn’t have to be convincing, but fiction does.
There is something about riding a unicorn, for those people who still can, which is unlike any other experience: exhilarating, and intoxicating, and fine.