In a calm, clear voice, she suggested that the wyrsa in question could do several highly improbable, athletically difficult and possibly biologically impractical things involving its own mother, a few household implements, and a dead...

Adventure, yeah. I guess that’s what you call it when everybody comes back alive.

If they projected the fact that they are dangerous any harder, there would be little puddles of “danger” on the floor around them. Look, it’s “danger”, don’t step in it!

How could we have been afraid of her? She was only dead. It’s the living we fear.

It’s only gossip if you repeat it. Until then, it’s gathering information.

I have no place in my life for someone who is sure he can do everything.

I’m not a legend or a hero, I don’t slay dragons, I don’t do any of the things that a real hero can. But I can make things better, one day at a time, for...

Nevertheless, now that I have met you, I know that all that I am, and all that I have, could not match what you are worth.

If it is stupid but it works, it isn’t stupid. (a Shin’a’in saying)

She would never truly be her own woman if she allowed fear and old memories to dictate where she would or would not go.

Among the dragons, the prohibition against asking direct questions did not exist, and-as Harrier discovered immediately-dragons were even more outrageous gossips than sailors.

Teach what you know, regardless of when you have learned it — teach what you learned yesterday sagely, as if you have known it all your life, and teach what you have known for decades...

…for a country whose people ceased to believe in magic soon lost much of their ability to imagine and dream, and before long, they ceased to believe–or hope– for anything.

We’re none of us quite so sure of our place in the world that we can’t be rocked off our feet by bad times. It’s the getting back up again that counts. Not that you...

Jett Gallatin expected trouble in Alsop, Texas—but not zombies.

Some must be warriors, that others may live in peace.

Magic, like technology, is a tool.

like balancing on a rooftree while screaming an epic poem in a foreign language at the top of your lungs.

Bir şeyleri dışarı atıp kapıyı kilitlediğinde, aslında kendini içeri kilitlemiş oluyorsun.

Not forgiving someone is like not pulling a thorn out of your foot just because you weren’t the one to put it there.

We believe that all those who are served should also spend time serving.

The freedom to swing your fist ends at my nose.

These are my friends, my family. It would be hell on earth to spend the rest of my life leading them into situations where some of them are going to get killed… but it would...

The great love is gone. There are still little loves – friend to friend, brother to sister, student to teacher. Will you deny yourself comfort at the hearthfire of a cottage because you may no...

It’s just as easy to be lonely in a city as out in the wilderness. Easier, really. It’s harder to get to know someone when you meet in a crowded place. People can freely ignore...

You have a long history,” he said, when Lanya indicated her story was finished. “Ah, Harrier, were I to tell you a long story, we should be here for a sennight, perhaps more. Long stories...

Aleksia laughed at her, putting a world of scorn and withering contempt into her voice–just as Kay would probably do in a temper. In fact, everything that she was doing now was to test her...

Mister Cameron – I have read the unexpurgated Ovid, the love poems of Sappho, the Decameron in the original, and a great many texts in Greek and Latin histories that were not though fit for...

I always work from an outline, so I know all the of the broad events and some of the finer details before I begin writing the book.

You are human and mortal; we are the sum of our weak moments and our strong.

Honor was never taking the easy way when it was also the wrong one. Never telling a falsehood unless the truth was painful and unnecessary, or a lie was necessary to save others. Never manipulating...

Inexperience can be overcome, ignorance can be enlightened, but prejudice will destroy you.

The dragonets found the carpenters to be even more fascinating than the furniture, and followed the poor men from pen to pen, crowding around to watch, tasting the wooden planks, trying to steal the tools....

This I think I have learned: where there is love, the form does not matter, and the gods are pleased. This I have observed: what occurs in nature, comes by the hand of nature, and...

If there are going to be people out there making war on other people, don’t you think it’s a good idea for some of those people to at least follow a code of ethics? Not...

When you want something done, you ask a man. When you want it done quietly and without any fuss, you ask a woman.

It’s easy for parents to pull the strings that make one dance…after all, they are the ones who tied those strings in the first place

To treat a person like a carpet, it is necessary that one do the walking, and one allow himself to be walked on.–Shin’a’in saying

Once the blinders are off, it’s rather hard to go back to seeing things the way you used to.

Well, we could have just given him a horse and sent him on his way, but… Ancaladar ate the horse.

I try to use all of my senses when describing a setting, and try to think of everything that would impact a character in any given scene.

Certainly no one has ever died of an unrequited passion—it’s usually the ones that are requited that get people in trouble.

There’s always going to be fighting. People of honor have to be a part of that, because if they aren’t, the only ones fighting will be the ones who don’t care, who have no honor,...

Fanatics can justify practically any atrocity to themselves. The more untenable their position becomes, the harder they hold to it, and the worse the things they are willing to do to support it.

So her safe little world would never be safe again… She knew that the nurturing hand also held the knife, and that was very unsettling.

Witch’ is just a religion, okay? No baby-sacrificing, no Black Masses, no sending imps out to scare the dog-snot out of kids, trying to make them think they’re crazy. We don’t do things like that....

(From the Author Note at the beginning of the book.) Dorothy L. Sayers used to say that mystery stories were the only moral fiction of the modern world–because in a mystery, you were guaranteed to...

It makes sense for people who are good at fighting to go out and do it-because if they’re good at it, that means the fewest number of other people die.

If only. Those must be the two saddest words in the world.

Evil working in subtler fashion; marriages that proved to be no more then legalized slavery, and the careful manipulation of a bright and sensitive mind until its owner truly believed with all her heart in...