Charles de Lint (born 22 December1951) is a Canadian fantasy author and Celtic folk musician.
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Remember the quiet wonders. The world has more need of them than it has for warriors. And this I will tell you as well: One cannot seek to uphold honor in a being that has none.
Moonheart (1994), p. 386
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.
"Where Desert Spirits Crowd the Night" in The Ivory and the Horn (1996), p. 254
The best artists know what to leave out. They know how much of the support should show through as the pigment is applied, what details aren't necessary.
"Dream Harder, Dream True" in The Ivory and the Horn (1996), p. 278
That's the thing with magic. You've got to know it's still here, all around us, or it just stays invisible for you.
"Ghosts of Wind and Shadow" in Dreams Underfoot : The Newford Collection (2003), p. 183
As far as I'm concerned, the only difference between fact and what most people call fiction is about fifteen pages in the dictionary.
"Tallulah" in Dreams Underfoot : The Newford Collection (2003), p. 399
I think you're all mad. But that's part and parcel of being an artistic genius, isn't it?
Memory and Dream (2007), p. 42
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I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile.
I'm not Chinese. I thrive in interesting times.
If you're not ready to die, then how can you live?
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.
Life is like art. You have to work hard to keep it simple and still have meaning.
Not everything has to mean something. Some things just are.
One expected growth, change; without it, the world was less, the well of inspiration dried up, the muses fled.
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.
The fey wonders of the world only exist while there are those with the sight to see them.
The problem with children is that you have to put up with their parents.
The road leading to a goal does not separate you from the destination; it is essentially a part of it.
The thing with pretending you're in a good mood is that sometimes you can.
There are few joys to compare with the telling of a well-told tale.
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.
Why did men worship in churches, locking themselves away in the dark, when the world lay beyond its doors in all its real glory?
Witchery is merely a word for what we are all capable of.
Without mysteries, life would be very dull indeed. What would be left to strive for if everything were known?
