Beauty is at its most poignant when the cold hand of Death holds poised to wither it imminently.

Your dreaming self seeks to tell you something your waking ears will not hear

It's funny, because in deference to conventional wisdom, I spent my struggling writer years trying to suppress my naturally baroque literary voice and write clean, spare prose. I finally gave up and embraced my baroque tendencies when I wrote the Kushiel series.

Battle for the sake of honor may be a fine thing for bards to sing of, but it is no way to preserve one's homeland

The harp sounds at each passing breeze, but that does not mean the tune is masterfully played.

It is not everyday that one learns an entire militia has sworn unbeknownest to obey you

There is as much deception in noise as there is in silence