Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.

And for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.

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.

I've always preferred writing about grey characters and human characters. Whether they are giants or elves or dwarves, or whatever they are, they're still human, and the human heart is still in conflict with the self.

Let him grow taller,she asked the gods.Let him know sixteen, and twenty, and fifty. Let him grow as tall as his father, and hold his own son in his arms. Please, please, please.

His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin.

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