Your dreams will betray you. Go nowhere on a horse that fades.

Writing is writing, and stories are stories. Perhaps the only true genres are fiction and nonfiction. And even there, who can be sure?

The bitterness of joy lies in the knowledge that is cannot last. Nor should joy last beyond a certain season, for, after that season, even joy would become merely habit.

She looked, and a scarlet butterfly flew away from her, away down the length of the tower, and then another, another, an unraveling scarf of butterflies like winged blood.

Archetypes are universal, and, in subtle or extravagant ways, interchangeable.

We need the expressive arts, the ancient scribes, the storytellers, the priests.

The soul is a magician. Only living flesh hampers it.

When I am fascinated by something, I like to play with it.

I submitted manuscripts to publishers. This was not so much a feeling that I should be published as a wish to escape the feared and hated drudgery of normal work.

No one is ever ordinary.

Maidens who stay maidens turn into saints. Old women become sorceresses. Tough jobs, both of these.

Learn to say no, know when to say yes, and use the words ‘I choose.’ It is the key that will open you to limitless manifestation of your beingness.

A time is coming when people will go mad, and when they see those who are not mad, they will attack them saying, "You are mad, you are not like us.

The sound of laughter is like the vaulted dome of a temple of happiness.

Worry is half impatience and half ignorance.

Our best today; better tomorrow.

I have resolved to pick one novel and just read it over and over again for the rest of my life, because I cannot remember anything anymore.

Where you quietly know within, you have no choice.

If you hit a pony over the nose at the outset of your acquaintance, he may not love you but he will take a deep interest in your movements ever afterwards

And although Margarita lived in a world that predated Technicolor, she always dreamed of the boy in rich pastels.

Life is a peephole, a single tiny entry onto a vastness--how can I not dwell on this brief, cramped view of things? This peephole is all I've got!