A year ago, I turned the final page of The Book of the Dead. I don't feel young any more.

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?

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

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.

The quickest way to experiencing the peace inside, is to learn to recognize when I am not at peace.

Never worry what others say when you walk away from all the drama. Be grateful you had the strength and courage to stay out of the conflict and be at peace with your choices.

I am master of my spoken words and slave to those which remain unspoken.

The humble listen to their brothers and sisters because they assume they have something to learn. They are open to correction, and they become wiser through it.

I can play the game only one way. I must play every shot for all there is in it. I cannot play safe.

We're all simultaneously separated and connected by our devices, staring into our little screens, and also hungry for experience and community.

First is first, and second is nowhere.

Every artist is an unhappy lover.

We got to keep on being a success.

I believe it is my obligation to tell the story of the civil rights movement to the next generation.