Lisa Kleypas Quotes

He knew what he knew: that the real world was full of magic, so magical worlds could easily be real.

Books are for those without real lives, he thought. And they are no real replacement.

Life would be very dreary if there were no magic. If the real world were only that veil of tears, I just don't think could get up in the morning.

Every book that you pick up takes you a step away from your real world, but if you read a book about magic, it takes you an extra two steps.

Magic has universal appeal. I don't believe in magic in the way that I describe in my books, but I'd love it to be real.

There was romance in the unknown, but once a place had been discovered and cataloged and mapped, it was diminished, just another dusty fact in a book, sapped of mystery. So maybe it was better to leave a few spots on the map blank. To let the world keep a little of its magic, rather than forcing it to divulge every last secret. Maybe it was better, now and then, to wonder.

I love fantasy. I grew up reading fantasy.

A well-composed book is a magic carpet on which we are wafted to a world that we cannot enter in any other way.

This is the real magic of fantasy fiction: it can feed souls and change lives.

I just love writing. It's magical, it's somewhere else to go, it's somewhere much more dreadful, somewhere much more exciting. Somewhere I feel I belong, possibly more than in the so-called real world.

Recently, I've really responded to books that bring the magic of childhood back to us as adults.

I would love to meet J.K. Rowling and tell her how much I admire her writing and am amazed by her imagination. I read every 'Harry Potter' book as it came out and looked forward to each new one. I am rereading them now with my kids and enjoying them every bit as much. She made me look at jelly beans in a whole new way.

In the end, what's any good reader really hoping for? That spark. That spell. That journey.

I knew there was something special about the theater for me something beyond the regular reality, something that I could get into and transcend and become something other than myself.

I have always been a romantic, one of those people who believes that a woman in pink circus tights contains all the secrets of the universe.

The magic of Disneyland, walking through the tunnel underneath the train station to Main Street, it just transports you to other places and other times.

I've always loved fantasy books. Even just growing up, I've always kind of loved magic and fantasy.

Anything that has a dragon, a wand, pixie dust, fairies, magic, any of that, I love it. I'm obsessed with it, I will read it, I will watch it, I will commit it to memory.

We all want to be carried away to a whole other world and have romantic tendencies about escaping to an exotic place and being swept off our feet.

Only in books the flat and final happens, Only in dreams we meet and interlock.

For her I changed pebbles into diamonds, shoes into mirrors, I changed glass into water, I gave her wings and pulled birds from her ears and in her pockets she found the feathers, I asked a pear to become a pineapple, a pineapple to become a lightbulb, a lightbulb to become the moon, and the moon to become a coin I flipped for her love.

My home was in a pleasant place outside of Philadelphia. But I really lived, truly lived, somewhere else. I lived within the covers of books.

Nothin’s real scary except in books.

Existence is of little interest save on days when the dust of realities is mingled with magic sand.

I wanted to find a place to hide from all of it, where the nightmares and the rivers and reality couldn't find me. For me, that place was always inside a book.