The Spear in the Other’s heart is the spear in your own: you are he.

What I try to do for my readers is to pass on some of the things that I found out about being thirteen after doing it for forty years.

Blood in the water I sing, and one who shed it: deadliest hunger I sing, and one who fed it- weaving the ancient-most tale of the Sea's sending: singing the tragedy, singing the joy unending This is our shame- this is the whole Ocean's glory: this is the Song of the Twelve. Hark to the story! Hearken, and bring it to pass: swift lest the sorrow long ago laid to it's rest devour us tomarrow!

Those who don't know the mistakes of the past won't be able to enjoy it when they make them again in the future.

A warp," Nita whispered. "A tunnel through space-time. Are you a white hole?" It stopped bobbing, stared at her as if she had said something derogatory. (Do I look like a hole?)

Footsteps in the snow suggest where you have been, point to where you were going: but when they suddenly vanish, never dismiss the possibility of flight.

Doctors couldn't be everywhere, so the Lord invented Vulcans. I thought you knew.