I've stayed in houses that were in the country, and in England, but I'm still not sure that I've stayed in an English country house.

You don’t learn about yourself by being alone, you learn about yourself from other people.

If there's a single lesson that life teaches us, it's that wishing doesn't make it so.

You didn’t get the quest you wanted, you got the one you could do.

He who completes a quest does not merely find something. He becomes something.

The danger would be going back, or staying still. The only way out was through. The past was ruins, but the present was still in play.

I have no doubt there are magician psychopaths, and magician serial killers. I doubt Brakebills admissions is very good at screening for those.

That was the thing about the world: it wasn't that things were harder than you thought they were going to be, it was that they were hard in ways that you didn't expect.

It's time to live with what we have and mourn what we lost.

By now he had learned enough to know that when he was getting annoyed at somebody else, it was usually because there was something that he himself should be doing, and he wasn't doing it.

Don't take anyone's writing advice too seriously.

I am joyfully one with all existence.

Unfortunately, we often have shallow relationships because we have paper towel friends. We use them up and then throw them away when we don't need them anymore.

I'm in an on-off relationship at the moment.

I'd never understood the injunction not to regret anything, couldn't see how that wasn't cowardice.

Journalism is about covering important stories-with a pillow, until they stop moving.

So my hope and prayer is that people will be impacted by the realization that miracles are everywhere and that God uses them to communicate to us that we're not alone, and that we do have help.

No one ever erected a statue of a critic.

There's always a backlash in everything that you do, but it's not going to stop or change anything. And it's not only an issue in Hollywood.

And, has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! He chortled in his joy.

Thank God that I am not over 75 so that James Earl Jones knows who the hell I am.