Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.

And if Time is anything akin to God, I suppose that Memory must be the Devil.

This wife you have, Bird said at last, deeply contemplative, did you pay a great deal for her? She cost me almost everything I had, he said, with a wry tone that made the others laugh. But worth it.

Everyone can lie, young Roger, given cause enough. Even me. It's only that it's harder for those of us who live in glass faces; we have to think up our lies ahead of time.

I work on multiple projects at a time because it keeps me from getting writer's block.

...sitting and waiting is one of the most miserable occupations known to man - not that it usually is known to men; women do it much more often.

Blood of my Blood," he whispered, "and bone of my bone. You carry me within ye, Claire, and ye canna leave me now, no matter what happens, You are mine, always, if ye will it or no, if ye want me or nay. Mine, and I wilna let ye go.