Quotes by Charles Lint

• The best artists know what to leave out.
• Witchery is merely a word for what we are all capable of.
• Why did men worship in churches, locking themselves away in the dark, when the world lay beyond its doors in all its real glory?
• When all's said and done, all roads lead to the same end. So it's not so much which road you take, as how you take it.
• There are few joys to compare with the telling of a well-told tale.
• The thing with pretending you're in a good mood is that sometimes you can.
• The road leading to a goal does not separate you from the destination; it is essentially a part of it.
• The problem with children is that you have to put up with their parents.
• The fey wonders of the world only exist while there are those with the sight to see them.
• The few wonders of the world only exist while there are those with the sight to see them.
• Without mysteries, life would be very dull indeed. What would be left to strive for if everything were known?
• Remember the quiet wonders. The world has more need of them than it has for warriors.
• One expected growth, change; without it, the world was less, the well of inspiration dried up, the muses fled.
• Not everything has to mean something. Some things just are.
• Life is like art. You have to work hard to keep it simple and still have meaning.
• It's good to have mysteries. It reminds us that there's more to the world than just making do and having a bit of fun.
• If you're not ready to die, then how can you live?
• I'm not Chinese. I thrive in interesting times.
• I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile.
• I think you're all mad. But that's part and parcel of being an artistic genius, isn't it?
• A long time ago a bunch of people reached a general consensus as to what's real and what's not and most of us have been going along with it ever since.
• As far as I'm concerned, the only difference between fact and what most people call fiction is about fifteen pages in the dictionary.
• Stone walls confine a tinker; cold iron binds a witch; but a musician's music can never be fettered, for it lives first in her heart and mind.