It’s not the fish you catch, it’s the peace of mind you take home at the end of the day.
Behind the curtain’s mystic fold The glowing future lies unrolled.
Joy and sorrow are like milk and cookies. That’s how well they go together.
Information and knowledge: two currencies that have never gone out of style.
You can’t make me love you.
Like the newspapers used to say, if the truth isn’t big enough, you print the legend.
The world is always ending, and the end is always being averted, by love or foolishness or just plain old dumb luck.
Where magic is concerned, there is always an initial decision, an initial willingness to let it enter your life. If that is not there neither is magic.
First rule of magic: Don’t let anyone know your real name. Names have power.
Science is a way of talking about the universe in words that bind it to a common reality. Magic is a method of talking to the universe in words that it cannot ignore. The two are rarely compatible.
Why do I have this imagination? It’s the only one I’ve got!
When you dream, sometimes you remember. When you wake, you always forget.
Identity can be so gelatinous sometimes.
I think you’re doing better than you were the last time we saw you. You’re growing a new heart, for a start.
Start telling the stories that only you can tell.
All your tomorrows start here.
Fiction is the lie that tells the truth, after all.
Discontent is a good thing: discontented people can modify and improve their worlds, leave them better, leave them different.
For me, closing libraries is the equivalent of eating your seed corn to save a little money.
A disturbing novel about dreams and wishes, a nightmarish distaff monkey’s paw of a book that it’s impossible to forget. Lisa Tuttle remains our preeminent chronicler of family madness and desire.