I love you," he whispered. "I hope you don't mind.

Fish and fowl, warm sun and shady trees, the field mice in the wheat, under the cool light of the moon.

It's always better to be doing.

Fear and realisation of ignorance, strong medicines against stupid pride.

There is never one absolutely right thing to do. All you can do is honor what you believe, accept the consequences of your own actions, and make the best out of what happens.

Sometimes it is easier to see the light when you stand partly in the darkness.

I am Abhorsen..." He looked at the baby again and added, almost with a note of surprise, "Father of Sabriel

Does the walker choose the path, or the path the walker?

A hundred hundred heartbeats..." whispered Sabriel, tears falling down her face.

The visions are fragmented and a dark cloud spreads like spilt ink across the pages of possible futures.

Often, I get the feeling that the story is really happening somewhere and all I'm doing is trying to work out the best way to tell it.

Being in love with your best friend is problematic.

If a man watches three football games in a row, he should be declared legally dead.

I had a dream about you last night... in it, I tried to sell a squirrel a deposit box to store his nuts in. He stole my cashews in the complimentary snack basket.

I always considered myself as a character actor. I always try to be versatile to show different sides of human experience.

I have a treadmill, and I work out with my trainer, Julie Diamond, as often as possible. She's so positive.

The great artist is conscious of the talent and power he possesses otherwise he would not see his faults and so would not be able to improve.

I want to build a treehouse village connected by bridges in the woods by my house so my friends have a place to stay.

Your job is to meet the right people and read the right books.

The most important person is the one you are with in this moment.

We are loved by Love itself. There is nothing good that we can't do.