Growing up closes so many doors. The modern world doesn't allow for miracles, so we don't see them. It's a very precious gift, an open mind, but it's not passive. You've got to nurture it like a bed of roses; otherwise it will wither and die. Make sure you don't close off your mind to things you find strange. Sometimes they may be the only truth.

Tim Lebbon

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Hate misleads, fear distorts and love blinds. by Tim Lebbon

Hate misleads, fear distorts and love blinds.

mislead and-love hate

To the discovered, the discoverer can be a god. by Tim Lebbon

To the discovered, the discoverer can be a god.

There's no denying that the way horror has been packaged in the past has done it no favours. Lurid black covers adorned with skulls, corpses crawling with insects and scantily clad maidens being chewed into by vampires -- all good clean fun, but it doesn't do much to give the genre an air of respectability or seriousness to the casual browser.

air fun past

Your life is a blank, and you're barely a shade across it. by Tim Lebbon

Your life is a blank, and you're barely a shade across it.

blank shade life-is

At the heart of any poor soul not at one with the Force, there is... by Tim Lebbon

At the heart of any poor soul not at one with the Force, there is only void.

void soul heart

I like to think I'm positive and optimistic about things generally, but what I write does tend towards the darker end of the spectrum.

optimistic writing thinking

Love is harsh, and it consumes. And more than anything, it demand... by Tim Lebbon

Love is harsh, and it consumes. And more than anything, it demands sacrifice.

demand sacrifice love-is

The Force is neither light nor dark, master nor slave, but a bala... by Tim Lebbon

The Force is neither light nor dark, master nor slave, but a balance between extremes.

balance light dark

It wasn't a case of me sitting down and thinking, right then, what shall I do with my life? Airline pilot? Plumber? Guitar manufacturer? Writer .... yeah, writer. I've always loved writing, from a very early age--I guess I was writing my first stories when I was still in single digits. It progressed, and the love of writing grew in my mind and is still growing. Doing it full-time, there are different stresses and tensions, and the business side of it comes to the fore sometimes. But I still love it, and I'm always thankful that I can do what I do and make a living from it.

stress writing thinking

Voyaging great distances -- through forests, from island to island, across plains and into the mountains -- is all about finding ourselves.

mountain distance islands

Nature is a big influence on my work. That's where the cosmic element comes in, an awareness of the relevance of what we do as a species, why we do it, and its implications.

elements influence awareness

The future and the past are equally meaningless because they are nebulous entities, times that do not exist, containing events which have no echo because they are gone, or which hold no import because they are yet to happen. What is important is the here and now, and now, and now, and the spaces between the nows.

echoes space past

The reaction to death is sometimes as violent as death itself. Shock throws a cautious coolness over your senses, but your stomach still has knots, your skin stings as if the Reaper is glaring at you as well.

skins over-you sometimes

If you do not fear God, then fear your dreams, because they're ho... by Tim Lebbon

If you do not fear God, then fear your dreams, because they're how He talks to you.

fear-god do-not-fear dream

Dreams are life, real life, not simply reflections. Dreams are ho... by Tim Lebbon

Dreams are life, real life, not simply reflections. Dreams are honest.

real reflection dream

Real fear is like intense pain. It's there to warn you something'... by Tim Lebbon

Real fear is like intense pain. It's there to warn you something's truly wrong.

pain real fear

Fate knows all about you, it knows your fears and your weaknesses and your confidences and strengths, and it can be ready for all of them when it decides that the time is right. It can move you like a pawn in a terrible game of chess, sacrifice you for the good of others, drop you from a building you should never have been inside, give you a disease that no one has ever heard of. Luck and chance are impartial. Fate is active. It picks on people. Almost as if it thinks about things too much.

fate sacrifice moving

Humans crave knowledge, and when that craving ends, we are no lon... by Tim Lebbon

Humans crave knowledge, and when that craving ends, we are no longer human.

craving ends knowledge

Between a gasp and a sigh, a life can change forever. by Tim Lebbon

Between a gasp and a sigh, a life can change forever.

sigh forever life

Love is a warm brain, not a leaping heart. by Tim Lebbon

Love is a warm brain, not a leaping heart.

brain heart love