If the general opinion is pessimistic, fantasy is going to hold its own.

Nothing that ever happens is so unimportant that it doesn't change things.

This is terrible, when a writer is bored by his own work, but it was a real bomb and had reached the point where I couldn't even stand to look at it any more.

The dullest man in the world is charming beyond belief when he's pouring gold coins from one hand to the other.

Consistency is the defense of a small mind

Events are like horses. Sometimes they run away. After they've run for a while, though, they'll start to walk again. Then there'll be a time to put everything together.

Whatever happened to him?" Silk asked. "He went swimming in the Nedrane." "I didn't know that Thulls swam all that well." "They don't–particularly not with large rocks tied to their feet.