The sorcerer is a Simple Realist: the world is real--but then so must consciousness be real since its effects are so tangible.
You can't stamp on a man's corns when he's got his feet cut off.
Then he laughed and she laughed. And quivering with the movement of the train, the dead man seemed to laugh too.
I kissed her, a long hard kiss. Because baby didn't know it, but baby was dead, and in a way I couldn't have loved her more.
There are things that have to be forgotten if you want to go on living.
There are thirty-two ways to write a story, and I’ve used every one, but there is only one plot – things are not as they seem.
When life attains a crisis, man’s focus narrows. […] The world becomes a stage of immediate concern, swept free of illusion.
Love and a cough cannot be hid.
I'm first and foremost interested in the story, the characters.
Neither should, for the same reason, the lessons be for too long a period; they fatigue and bore a horse, and it should be returned to the stable with the same good spirits it had upon leaving it.
Believe in the power of songs.