The Clayr saw me, the Wallmaker made me, the King quenched me, the Abhorsen wields me so that no Dead shall walk in Life. For this is not their path.

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

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

Death and what came after death was no great mystery to Sabriel. She just wished it was.

I can see time, " whispered Mogget, so softly that his words were lost.

Our parts now -- which perforce we must play -- are not father and daughter, but one old Abhorsen, making way for the new. But behind this, there is always my love.

A breath?" she asked. She didn't want to kiss just any wooden man. He looked nice enough, but he might not be like his looks. A kiss seemed very forward. He might remember it, and make assumptions.

He didn’t ask himself if she was beautiful, because the physical effect of her presence made the question insignificant.

Enjoy youthful days.

I do think it is important to look at the writing as a job though and to commit to it like you'd have to commit to a regular nine-to-five.

I was very afraid at the beginning, until Master told me that pain isn't the truth; it's what you have to get through in order to find the truth.

I'm on the patch right now. Where it releases small dosages of approval until I no longer crave it, and then I'm gonna rip it off.

Well from a personal perspective, quitting drinking is a decision I felt good about.

Kissing could have begun as a way of sniffing out who's who. From a whiff to a kiss was just a short trip across the face.

There is a magnet in your heart that will attract true friends. That magnet is unselfishness, thinking of others first; when you learn to live for others, they will live for you.

Rap music... sounds like somebody feeding a rhyming dictionary to a popcorn popper.

I've been in the public eye for about 15 or 16 years and I'm very aware that fame is not a given. I have to maintain it. It's not just something that will always be there.