All the fantasy writers I know have a way of dwelling on their own fears and phobias. A writer spends his life being his own psychiatrist.

I thought that beauty alone would satisfy, but the soul is gone. I can’t bear those empty, staring eyes.

If one could only discover the unwritten bases of black magic and apply formulae to them, we would find that they were merely another form of science... perhaps less advance, perhaps more.

He stopped and leaned against a pole and looked up at the deaf and swollen sky. It was a movement of dark shapes, a hurrying, a running.He closed his eyes. ("Hunger")

Tears are the words that the heart could not express, silent truths the eyes do confess.

A new novel awaits my arrival, prepares for my careful inspection. Yet a novel is always a long dream that lives in me for years before I know where to go to hunt it out.

In the world we live in everything militates in favor of things that have not yet happened, of things that will never happen again.

Of all the things I am not very good at, living in the real world is perhaps the most outstanding.

I can't afford to have thoughts in my head about me that God doesn't have in His.

When I tell her what I’m thinking and she tells me what she’s thinking, our each ideas jumping into the other’s head, like coulouring blue crayon on top of yellow that makes green.

Unfortunately the student often feels guilt for not living the type of life that their Teacher suggested, or they feel that they are intrinsically bad and incapable of leading a higher life.

You who read me, are You sure of understanding my language?

Poetry, mythology, and religion represent the world as man would like to have it, while science represents the world as he gradually comes to discover it.

It is what man does not know of God Composes the visible poem of the world.