You're a cynic," Urgit accused. Silk shook his head. "No, Your Majesty. I'm a realist.

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

Vanity's ridiculous, but we all fall prey to it from time to time.

Start early and work hard. A writer's apprenticeship usually involves writing a million words (which are then discarded) before he's almost ready to begin. That takes a while.

Misty Sendaria," Silk said ironically. "Sometimes I'm amazed that the entire kingdom doesn't rust shut.

Someday you'll have to show me how you did that," Asharak was saying. "I found the experience interesting. My horse had hysterics, however." "My apologies to your horse.

Who owns a man, Durnik?” the blond young man asked sadly. “The one who rules him, or the one who pays him?