How totally unexpected," he declared, then proceeded to faint from blood loss.

Nothing will train you to write better as a writer, than working on your next book.

What wasdat, sir? What wazzat sir? What wassat, sir?” “Wayne, what are you babbling about?” Waxillium asked. “Practicing my pretzel guy,” Wayne said. “He had a great accent...” Waxillium glanced at him. "That hat looks ridiculous.” “Fortunately, I can change hats,” Wayne said in the pretzel-guy accent, “while you, sir, are stuck with that face.

I was thinking that work is like fertilizer in that I'm glad it exists; I just don't ever want to get stuck in it.

Do not deride someone's faith simply because you do not share it, Lord Cladent," Sazed said quietly.

He smiled despite the grief he felt at the deaths of his men; he smiled because that was what he did. That was how he proved to the Lord Ruler-and to himself-that he wasn't beaten.

I have no idea what you just said, child,' Breeze said. 'So I'm simply going to pretend it was coherent, then move on.