One man sees a riselka: his life forks there. Two men see a riselka: one of them shall die. Three men see a riselka: one is blessed, one forks, one shall die.

Unless the perfidious wolves have the temerity to disobey the High King's plans, we should meet Shalhassan's forces by the Latham in mid-wood with the wolves between us. If they aren't,' Diarmuid concluded, 'we blame anyone and everything except the plan.

As many have noted, the peril for authors is that our work space is too easily our play space.

We must be what we are, or we become our enemies.

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

The heart has its own laws... and the truth is... the truth is that you are the law of mine.

We are all shaped by where we grow up, though that shaping takes different forms. I dont think theres any doubt that coming of age in Winnipeg both opened my eyes and made me hungry - if I can subvert all claims to be a real writer by mixing metaphors like that.