Footsteps in the snow suggest where you have been, point to where you were going: but when they suddenly vanish, never dismiss the possibility of flight.

Reading one book is like eating one potato chip.

There is a rule for fantasy writers: The more truth you mix in with a lie, the stronger it gets.

"Don't be afraid to make corrections," Picchu said. "Don't be afraid to lend a hand." She fell silent, seeming to think for a moment. "And don't look down."

But even in your world it’s a byword. Men will fight bravely and be heroes, but for last-ditch defense against any odds… get a Mother.

The Spear in the Other’s heart is the spear in your own: you are he.

What I try to do for my readers is to pass on some of the things that I found out about being thirteen after doing it for forty years.

Well, the rollout of new technology always affects how wizards do business.

A little science. A little magic. A little chicken soup.

Belief made no difference to the truth.

Those who don't know the mistakes of the past won't be able to enjoy it when they make them again in the future.

Magic is the word illiterates use for phenomena they can’t explain.

You have to work on the business first before it works for you.

The problem with socialism is that eventually you run out of other people's money.

There is an extraordinary collaborative spirit when you are learning and growing.

I'm amazed. When I was 40, I thought I'd never make 50. And at 50 I thought the frosting on the cake would be 60. At 60, I was still going strong and enjoying everything.

The whole question of evolution seems less momentous than it did, because, unlike the Victorians, we do not feel that to be descended from animals is degrading to human dignity.

I was a sportsman for years. I've always had a physical background. I've always had an interest in boxing and fighting. To get physical in films is a dream. I love it.

Until you've lost your reputation, you never realize what a burden it was.

Television doomed us to the Family, whose household instrument it has become-what the hearth used to be, flanked by the communal kettle.

I hold it cowardice To rest mistrustful where a noble heart Hath pawned an open hand in sign of love.