When I am writing best, I really am lost in my world. I lose track of the outside world. I have a difficult time balancing between my real world and the artificial world.

...spend my time warring and whoring, that's what I was made for.

There is magic in my universe, but it's pretty low magic compared to other fantasies.

Better to mock the game than to play and lose.

Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armour yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.

She just laughed in his face and told him she'd sooner crawl in a bed with his father's leeches before she'd crawl in one with him. She stopped laughing when he put his knife in her.

A long summer always meant a long winter to come.