Life is a jest of the Gods and there is no justice. You must learn to laugh… or else you'll weep yourself to death.

Wyrd bith ful araed (Fate is inexorable).

Only a fool wants war, but once a war starts then it cannot be fought half-heartedly. It cannot even be fought with regret, but must be waged with a savage joy in defeating the enemy, and it is that savage joy that inspires our bards to write their greatest songs about love and war.

The bards sing of love, they celebrate slaughter, they extol kings and flatter queens, but were I a poet I would write in praise of friendship.

Of course some days are easier than others, but my worst day is better than being in most humdrum occupations.

We all suffer from dreams

I sometimes wonder what would have happened if the first book had not sold... doesn't bear thinking about, but I suppose we'd have made it work somehow.