Growing up, I'd already decided I wanted to be a beatnik. A Bohemian poet, I thought. Or a musician. Maybe an artist.… — Charles de Lint Copy Share Image
Sculptors, poets, painters, musicians-they're the traditional purveyors of Beauty. But it can as easily be created by a gardener, a farmer, a… — Charles de Lint Copy Share Image
Stone walls confine a tinker; cold iron binds a witch; but a musician's music can never be fettered, for it lives first… — Charles de Lint Copy Share Image
The family we choose for ourselves is more important than the one we were born into; that people have to earn our respect and… — Charles de Lint Copy Share Image
Every time you do a good deed you shine the light a little farther into the dark. And the thing is, when you're gone… — Charles de Lint Copy Share Image
The road leading to a goal does not separate you from the destination; it is essentially a part of it. — Charles de Lint Copy Share Image
“Maybe she couldn’t go. Maybe she wanted him to stay. But she knew enough not to try to hold him back if he had to go. It was no different than making friends with a wild creature. You could catch them and tie them up and make them stay with you, but their heart would never be yours. Their wild… — Charles de Lint Copy Share
The magic in this world seems to work in whispers and small kindnesses. — Charles de Lint Copy Share Image
You can take the woman outta the trash, but you can't take the trash out a the woman. — Charles de Lint Copy Share Image
“You hear this kind of thing, rednecks and their guys and--" "Don't call them that," I say. "They're just assholes. Most people you run… — Charles de Lint Copy Share Image
Fortune-telling doesn't reveal the future; it mirrors the present. It resonates against what your subconscious already knows and hauls it up out of the… — Charles de Lint Copy Share Image
When you're touched by magic, nothing's ever quite the same again. What really makes me sad is all those people who never have the… — Charles de Lint Copy Share Image
There are few joys to compare with the telling of a well-told tale. — Charles de Lint Copy Share Image
How hard would it be to ask children what they see in their heads? How big should the house be in comparison to the… — Charles de Lint Copy Share Image
... we chase after ghosts and spirits and are left holding only memories and dreams. It's not that we want what we can't have;… — Charles de Lint Copy Share Image
