D. Morgenstern Quotes

Have you tried the cinnamon things?" Poppet asks. "They're rather new. What are they called, Widge?" "Fantastically delicious cinnamon things?

The most difficult thing to read is time. Maybe because it changes so many things.

I don;t think there's anything wrong with being a dreamer. There is not. But dreams have ways of turning into nightmares.

You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone's soul

So it’s really best to keep your secrets when you have them, for their own good, as well as yours.

Before you leave, the fortune teller reminds you that the future is never set in stone.

Clean and restock your car at the end of each trip. No matter how tired you are, resist the temptation to let that empty muffin bag wait until mañana. Tomorrow turns into next week, next month.

It is one of the oddest things in the world that you can read a page or more and think of something utterly different.

Though I have seen a great deal of the sights, traveled a number of the available paths, there are always corners that remain unexplored, doors that remain unopened.

I draft quickly and then revise, a lot.

We must put effort and energy into anything we wish to change.

But you built me dreams instead.

Children are gleeful barbarians.

If she were gone I would be nothing. You should think better of yourself than to settle for that.

I mean only that I hope they find darkness or paradise without fear of it, if they can.

I suppose there will never be a lack of things to say, of stories to be told and shared.

And there are really never endings, happy or otherwise.

I have had affairs that lasted decades and others that lasted for hours. I have loved princesses and peasants. And I suppose they loved me, each in their way.

I am haunted by the ghost of my father, I think that should allow me to quote Hamlet as much as I please.

Perhaps it is controlling the chaos within more than the chaos without.

True love was beyond the bars, but a facsimile of it came with no suffering at all.

I'm an emotional sort of person in general and I have a vivid imagination, so I feel the whole spectrum of emotion strongly when I write.

Chess truly uncovers whether or not someone has imagination and takes initiative.

There is a ghost That eats hankerchiefs; It keeps you company On all your travels.

My method is to find a word with a gesture.

A poet must have died as a man before he is worth anything as a poet.

Like stepping into a fairy tale under a curtain of stars.

The past stays on you the way powdered sugar stays on your fingers. Some people can get rid of it but it’s still there, the events and things that pushed you to where you are now.

All empires fall eventually. It is the way of things.

The night that seemed endless hours before is now slipping through your fingers, ticking by as it falls into the past and pushes you towards the future.

I keep waiting for things to get back down to whelming, but they stay at overwhelming.

Timing is a sensitive thing.

Where do you get your ideas? people ask. Sometimes they’re at the bottoms of cups of tea. Sometimes they’re lurking in my shower. Sometimes they’re waiting patiently in glass cases in museums.

Secrets have power, and that power diminishes when they are shared, so they are best kept and kept well. Sharing secrets, real secrets, important ones, with even one other person, will change them.

Better to have a single perfect diamond than a sack of flawed stones.

I made a wish on this tree years ago," Marco says. "What did you wish for?" Bailey asks. Marco leans forward and whispers in Bailey's ear. "I wished for her.

It's a wonderful sort of feeling when people want to spend more time in a world you created.

You told me love was fickle and fleeting.

Each of them always gravitating toward the other. Yet still they do not touch.

Kelly Link is inimitable. Her stories are like nothing else, dark yet sparkling with her unique brand of fairy dust. This is the most marvelous kind of trouble to get in.

Once they were librarians, but that is a subject they will only discuss if heavily intoxicated.

It's not a real name," she says. "Not one that he's carried with him always. It's one he wears like his hat. So he can take it off if he wants.

We cannot go backward,' Marco says. 'A great deal is not how it used to be.

"I am already married," she remarks to the empty air, twisting the ring on her right hand that covers an sold, distinctive scar.

I am a fan of magic and fantasy, particularly when it's grounded in reality.

Natural talent is a questionable phenomenon. Inclination perhaps, but innate ability is extremely rare.

Her father picks different names for her as they change locales, but he uses Miranda often, presumably because he knows how much it annoys her.

He remembers when he was very small his mother once said she wished happiness and adventure for him. If this does not count as adventure, he is not sure what does.

It is perhaps both a blessing and a curse that fictional worlds spring into my mind nearly fully formed and it takes quite a while to sift through everything to find the story.

He forgets that he was someone's dream once, himself.