The door slammed open. Vivenna jumped, putting a hand to her chest. Vasher walked in. 'Start reaching for that sword when you're startled,' he said. 'There's little reason to grab your shirt, unless you're planning to rip it off.

Expectations were like fine pottery. The harder you held them, the more likely they were to crack.

Somebody has to start. Somebody has to step forward and do what is right, because it is right.

Too many of us take great pains with what we ingest through our mouths, and far less with what we partake of through our ears and eyes.

My outlines are always very goal-based. What do I want to have happen by the ending and how can I earn that.

Faith means that it doesn't matter what happens. You can trust that somebody is watching. Trust that somebody will make it all right.

Personally, I like it much better when someone else does the decision making. That way you have legitimate grounds to whine and complain. I tend to find both whining and complaining quite interesting and amusing, though sometimes--unfortunately--it's hard to choose which one of the two I want to do. Sigh. LIfe can be so tough sometimes.