Are you . . . are you the athask? The great one? Maybe, said Mogget. I can't remember. Mogget

And evil produces evil, evil infests places and attracts other evil deeds ...

Do a pedestrian or pedestrian trail choose the trail?

It's you I'm concerned about. You are letting your fear come between you and getting better.

they might refuse the evidence of their own eyes and continue blindly on over the ridge, driven by optimism and hope that finally they would find somewhere to call home.

Sixth comes Saraneth, also known as the Binder. Saraneth speaks with the deep voice of power, shackling the Dead to the wielder's will.

You have to know where you are to know where to go.

I don't particularly want to meet anyone. I'm quite happy by myself. Or at least, I was, back home.

Fear and realization of ignorance were strong medicines against stupid pride.

they had an instictive ability to love, so that when they encountered each other, they fitted together in a way that made the two of them more than each could ever be on their own

Or you could be a serial killer who specializes in reading books, then seeking out the authors and murdering them in horrible ways. {If you happen to fall into that last category, you should know that...

Going through the arch, from mud into snow, from bright sun into the pallid luminescence of a snowfall, from her past into her future.

Garth on where Sabriel came from Sabriel grew very much out of the story... Sometimes people ask me, 'Why did you write a strong young woman character?' I just thought she was more interesting than if...

It is always important to look beyond a pleasant visage.

She fought back the tears in her eyes, because though she no longer felt she was one of the Clayr, she still felt she was a librarian and always would be, no matter what else she had become as well.

Might have been and could have done, neither worth thinking on.

Mogget's voice. Sam whirled around. "Mogget? Is that you? Where are you?" "Here, and regretting it as per usual," replied Mogget, and a small white cat sauntered out from behind a fern tree.

The most important questions-What are you? Where did you come from?-had a whole range of answers, starting with I'm the Disreputable Dog and from elsewhere and occasionally becoming as eloquent as I'm...

... I've been thinking that it's as if my ancestors are saying it's all right to make things. That's what I'm meant to do. Make things, and help the Abhorsen and the King. So I'll do that, and I'll do...

Waiting feeds fear. Courage comes with deeds.

I think I would like to work in the Library.""The Library," repeated Sanar, looking troubled. "That can be dangerous to a girl of fourteen. Or a woman of forty, for that matter.""Only in parts," said...

Garth on naming characters I spend lots of time on all the names in the books... Sabriel herself, I tried many different combinations of different words, trying to create a new name. In fact, her name...

One thing I did learn early on was not to put all my trust in magic. If it can be done without magic, it's better done without magic.

Alternatives! Probabilities!

Cats never liked to admit to names. Being named might lead to being held responsible for something.

You may call me Mogget. As to what I am, I was once many things, but now I am only several.

There were also very special or dangerous items that had to be fetched in person, or even by large parties of armed librarians.

Oh, fierce librarians, then? Tell you to shush and that sort of thing?

Unhand my tail! squealed the Will.

Coils within coils," murmured the cat. "Fleas upon fleas, idiots begetting idiots-" "What?" "Mmm, just thinking," whispered Mogget. "You should try it sometimes.