Do not lose hope — what you seek will be found. Trust ghosts. Trust those that you have helped to help you in their turn. Trust dreams. Trust your heart, and trust your story. (from 'Instructions')

Writing's a lot like cooking. Sometimes the cake won't rise, no matter what you do, and every now and again the cake tastes better than you ever could have dreamed it would.

We wrapped our dreams in words and patterned the words so that they would live forever, unforgettable.

Recounting the strange is like telling one's dreams: one can communicate the events of a dream, but not the emotional content, the way that a dream can colour one's entire day.

Know that diamonds and roses are as uncomfortable when they tumble from one's lips as toads and frogs: colder, too, and sharper, and they cut.

On the whole, stories don't write themselves.

Never use five words if you can get away with one, eh? I've known dead men talk more than you do.

I was not so old that I would deny my own senses.

If we do not fight to create a future there will be no future for any of us.

I believe we owe it to each other to tell stories. It's as close to a credo as I have or will, I suspect, ever get.

Because stories start in minds-- they aren't artifacts or natural phenomena.

Money has the power to get, all that you want.Money has the power to make you forget, all that you want.

Light doesn’t always keep the dark things away, ” Nyx said.

I'm a big believer in that old cliché of thinking globally and acting locally.

It's time to place the market within a moral framework - even if that means standing up to companies who make life harder for parents and families.

If it doesn't know what to charge you for nosebleed seats, your team sucks.

I make a gesture that is intended to convey, "Hey, no hurry, talk as long as you'd like," and probably actually conveys, "Hey, look at me! I have spastic hands.

Do you know something? The minute that blood sacrifice was accepted, Jesus was the first human being that was ever born again. Now that was real - it happened when he was in Hell.

You can't always be the jokester and the doormat.

My father and I, we finally saw each other eye to eye and I think he's seeing me as a man, and I'm seeing him as the father he's always been.

Women's Lib? I couldn't stand it.