Most of my books have been written in the form of fantasy.
If I fret over tomorrow, I’ll have little joy today.
Most of us are called on to perform tasks far beyond what we can do. Our capabilities seldom match our aspirations, and we are often woefully unprepared. To this extent, we are all Assistant Pig-Keepers at heart.
Are you slow-witted? I’m so sorry for you. It’s terrible to be dull and stupid.
Who but lovers dream alike?
A taste for adventure is by no means a masculine monopoly.
And thus did an Assistant Pig-Keeper become High King of Prydain.
There is more honor in a field well plowed than in a field steeped in blood.
For Wayfarers still journeying, for Wanderers at rest.
How easy it is to think well of ourselves. Until the moment is upon us, we can never be certain.
Shakespeare, Dickens, Mark Twain, and so many others were my dearest friends and greatest teachers.
For the deeds of a man, not the words of a prophecy, are what shape his destiny.
What seems to be love beyond any question is usually a simple case of indigestion.
Find what you want. I will find you.
No matter what has happened, you’re not a pig-boy; you’re an Assistant Pig Keeper!
I intend to follow the path of virtue. It will not be overcrowded.
King Constantine IX of Regia had been killed three times and was bored with it. He wanted a bath.
Dealing with the impossible, fantasy can show us what may be really possible. If there is grief, there is the possibility of consolation; if hurt, the possibility of healing; and above all, the curative power of hope. If fantasy speaks to us as we are, it also speaks to us as we might be.
Just because you’ve seen something doesn’t mean you’ll stop looking. There’s always something you didn’t see before.
Behind one truth there is always yet another.
I have never known courage to be judged by the length of a man’s hair. Or, for the matter of that, whether he has any hair at all.