When a young writer comes up to me with an ambitious idea for a 20-book series, I usually tell him to maybe try something smaller to start off with.

I admit," Morgan said with another withering look, "it's no donut.

Crows," Maximus breathed. "Was that who I think it was?" "Phrygiar Navaris," Tavi said, nodding. "What was she doing here?" Max asked. "Getting humiliated, mostly. Especially there at the end.

A pure heart and mind only takes you so far - sooner or later the hormones have their say, too.

One can have only as much preparation as he has foresight.

‎It isn't enough to stand up and fight darkness. You've got to stand apart from it, too. You've got to be different from it.

That’s the problem with you nearly immortal types,” I said. “You couldn’t spot a pop culture reference if it skittered up and implanted an embryo down your esophagus.