a man who hates music can’t be trusted, I always say.

Will holding a secret in your heart make it any less true? If you never tell, never speak of it, will it become only a dream, less than a dream, a nightmare half-remembered? Oh, if only the gods would be so good. (Catelyn)

Sweet smells are sometimes used to cover foul ones.

I had these cheap alien toys and I made up stories for them. They were space pirates. They didn’t have names so I made up names. These were the first stories I wrote. Even as a little kid I was thinking about torture.

Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

The morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer.

My biggest dream was to ruin the lives of my readers and crush their souls... And I really think that worked out pretty well for me.