When you love something, you have to make sure it loves you back, or you'll bring about no end of trouble chasing it.

If you can find someone like that, someone who you can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you're lucky.

Coming to grips with being a bit of a celebrity. That's not anything I ever expected to have to deal with in my life.

You want to publish with a publisher because a publisher knows how to publish a book. And you don't. You really don't.

Death was like an unpleasant neighbor. You didn’t talk about him for fear he might hear you and decide to pay a visit.

I think the best part of being an author is that I get to learn about anything I want and explain it away as research.

It's hard for me to take myself too seriously when I'm constantly experiencing firsthand what an incredible gimp I can be.

Each woman is like an instrument, waiting to be learned, loved, and finely played, to have at last her own true music made.

I'm not a speed writer. I write slowly and revise obsessively. The end result tends to be good. That's where my strength is.

Fencing is more a sport than a martial art. It would be like basing your knowledge of roman phalanx warfare on NFL football.

I will say the most raw joy I've experienced reading has probably come from the times I've been reading with my little boys.

What are the three most important rules of the chemist?" This I knew from Ben. "Label clearly. Measure twice. Eat elsewhere.

This is how deeply rooted stories are, folks. We crave them before we can walk, and we start telling them before we can talk.

If you fall, you fall," Elodin shrugged. "Sometimes falling teaches us things too." In dreams you often fall before you wake.

There is a sort of camaraderie that rarely exists except between men who have fought the same enemies and know the same women.

Each book needs a good beginning and a good ending. People get pissed off when you don't close things off properly at the end.

Auri," I asked slowly, "are you joking with me?" She looked up and grinned. "Yes I am," she said proudly. "Isn't it wonderful?

But how awful would that be? How terrible to live surrounded by the stark, sharp, hollowness of things that simply were enough?

Just pity him, my boy. Tomorrow we'll be on our way, but he'll have to keep his own disagreeable company until the day he dies.

She was a wicked thing sometimes. All full of want. As if the shape of the world depended on her mood. As if she were important.

Humor is hard, hard, hard. And if you fail with humor, you don't fail halfway. You drop the ball humor-wise and everyone notices.

To be both rich and handsome was bad enough. But to have a voice like honey over warm bread on top of that was simply inexcusable.

I'm not officially a collector, but I have a strange attraction and a weakness for keys and coins. Old keys and interesting coins.

The way I cook it's more like mad science. There's a lot of inspiration and dramatic failure with the occasional gorgeous success.

For me, language is something that I've always loved. When I read, that's what I look for. When I write, that's what I strive for.

I'd like to do an anthology. Maybe a collection of songs set in my world, or based on my world. I think that would be a lot of fun.

She taught me I should never do anything in private I did not want talked about in public, and cautioned me not to talk in my sleep.

No hard feelings about that time in the Crucible when you mixed my salts and I was nearly blind for a day. No. No, really, drink up!

One reason we love fiction is because stories have a comforting shape. They provide a resolution that's lacking in our regular lives.

How odd to watch a mortal kindle / Then to dwindle day by day / Knowing their bright souls are tinder / And the wind will have its way

I'm not a role model. I'm an aberation. A statistical anomoly. Following in my footsteps is about the dumbest thing you could ever do.

It was wise enough to know itself, and brave enough to be itself, and wild enough to change itself while somehow staying altogether true.

I'm a fan of books that are almost languorous in their storytelling. That is a little bit lost sometimes in the modern media that we have.

Everything said, you couldn't hope for a nicer day to have a half dozen ex-soldiers with hunting bows relieve you of everything you owned.

That is like throwing two virgins into a bed. Enthusiasm, passion, and ignorance are not a good combination. Someone is likely to get hurt.

Some people are going to be impatient no matter what. If I wrote two books a year, someone out there would be pissed I wasn't writing three.

I needed to let them know they couldn't hurt me. I've learned that the best way to stay safe is to make your enemies think you can't be hurt.

What has made me most proud - the things that I've done that I feel the most pride about - is helping people care about making the world better.

One of them had a large wooden sign nailed to its door proclaiming, NO SYMPATHY! I wondered what non-arcane visitors might think of the warning.

The cost of a loaf is a simple thing, and so a loaf is often sought, but some things are past valuing: laughter, land, and love are never bought.

And if Hollywood has taught us anything, it's that cool props and special effects are not enough. Story comes first. Everything depends on story.

I want a magical horse that fits in my pocket," Wil said. "And a ring of red amber that gives me power over demons. And an endless supply of cake.

We try to spread the word about the charity by doing fun little stunts to catch people's attention. Like when Hank Green did a music video for us.

What I'd love more than anything is for Worldbuilders to continue to grow and become entangled in all the different corners of the geek community.

I swear I've never met a man who has your knack for lack of social grace. If you weren't naturally charming, someone would have stabbed you by now.

I’d heard he had started a fistfight in one of the seedier local taverns because someone had insisted on saying the word “utilize” instead of “use.

He was giving me enough rope to hang myself with. Apparently he didn't realize that once a noose is tied it will fit one neck as easily as another.

How about this?' Simmon asked me. "Which is worse, stealing a pie or killing Ambrose?" I gave it a moment's hard thought. "A meat pie, or a fruit pie?

in my opinion if you have a secret compartment in your lute case and don't use it to hide things, there is something terribly, terribly wrong with you.

Don't get me wrong, hard and soft fantasy stories can both be good. But you need to know which camp you're in. I'm into realism. I'm a hard fantasy guy.

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