I have always argued, in a good novel, interesting things happen to interesting people.

There was some sadness in how that could happen, Tai thought: falling out of love with something that had shaped you. Or even people who had? But if you didn't change at least a little, where were the passages of a life? Didn't learning, changing, sometimes mean letting go of what had once been seen as true?

In this world, where we find ourselves, we need compassion more than anything, I think, or we are all alone.

I have always argued, in a good novel, interesting things happen to interesting people.

It can be hard to write a skillfully entertaining fiction, but a great book wants to be more, and wants more from us.

Eanna love us, Adaon preserve us, Morian guard our souls.

It is always difficult, even with the best will in the world, to look back a long way and see anything resembling the truth.