The motivations of men. They never make sense. And they always make sense.

This is going to take a while. I'm a fantasy author. We have trouble with the concept of brevity.

I take two hours off for my family every day. And then I write fourteen hours.

I believe in rendering to science the things that belong to science. I have no problem with evolution or discussions of the age of the Earth, for I don't believe that we come anywhere near comprehending the mind of God or the workings of the universe. Science can explain a lot, but it cannot give us faith, and I think we need both.

We follow the codes not because they bring gain, but because we loathe the people we would otherwise become.

The Shaod, it was called. The Transformation... When it came, the fortuante person's life ended and began anew; he would discard his old, mundane existence and move to Elantris. Elantris, where he could live in bliss, rule in wisdom, and be worshiped for eternity. Eternity ended ten years ago.

Can you feel it? Something just changed. I believe that’s the sound the world makes when it pisses itself.