CHARLES DE LINT QUOTES VI

Canadian writer (1951- )

It seems like I always wrote, I just didn't think of it as a career choice. I just liked to tell stories ... to myself, to pen pals (I had a lot of them, all over the world). Of course this was in the days before computers were everywhere, and anyone could access the Web. You had to make an effort keeping up a correspondence, and the arrival of the mail once a day was a big deal. I think if modern technology had been around when I was a kid, I would never have left my bedroom except to take the dogs out for their run three times a day.

CHARLES DE LINT

interview with Kim Antieau, April 28, 2008


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.

CHARLES DE LINT

"Dream Harder, Dream True", The Ivory and the Horn

Tags: artists


Like legend and myth, magic fades when it is unused.

CHARLES DE LINT

The Little Country

Tags: magic


You back down and they're gonna walk all over you. Not just today, but every goddamn day.

CHARLES DE LINT

The Onion Girl


Our time's the most precious thing we've got to offer folks, and the worst thing a body can do is to take it away from us.

CHARLES DE LINT

"Saxophone Joe and the Woman in Black", The Ivory and the Horn

Tags: time


Everything is the way it is because we've all agreed that's the way it is.

CHARLES DE LINT

The Onion Girl


We're all made of stories. When they finally put us underground, the stories are what will go on.

CHARLES DE LINT

attributed, Make it Matter


There are people who take the heart out of you, and there are people who put it back.

CHARLES DE LINT

"Dead Man's Shoes", The Ivory and the Horn


The real problem is, people think life is a ladder, and it's really a wheel.

CHARLES DE LINT

The Ivory and the Horn

Tags: life


Without mysteries, life would be very dull indeed. What would be left to strive for if everything were known?

CHARLES DE LINT

"Where Desert Spirits Crowd the Night", The Ivory and the Horn