For the night is dark and full of terrors.

Eat your heart out, Rowling. Maybe you have billions of dollars and my Hugo, but you don't have readers like these.

Sweet smells are sometimes used to cover foul ones.

Jaime smiled knowingly. Men will read all sorts of things into a knowing smile if you let them.

"Come at once," she had written to him. "Help me. Save me. I need you now as I have never needed you before. I love you. I love you. I love you. Come at once"

Perhaps that is the secret. It is not what we do, so much as why we do it.

It's really irritating when you open a book, and 10 pages into it you know that the hero you met on page one or two is gonna come through unscathed, because he's the hero. This is completely unreal, and I don't like it.