A friendship between a man and a woman was what you called it when one had been pursuing the other for a long time and never gotten anywhere.

There are few men with more blood on their hands than me. None, that I know of. The Bloody-Nine they call me, my enemies, and there’s a lot of ’em. Always more enemies, and fewer friends. Blood gets you nothing but more blood. It follows me now, always, like my shadow, and like my shadow I can never be free of it. I should never be free of it. I’ve earned it. I’ve deserved it. I’ve sought it out. Such is my punishment.

You should laugh every moment you live, for you'll find it decidedly difficult afterwards.

The wise wait for their moment, but never let it pass.

Strange, how the best moments of our lives we scarcely notice except in looking back.

I think the further away you get from completing a book, the more responses you see to it from readers, the more your own tastes and opinions shift and the more you start to see things you could have written differently in the detail, or done differently on the broader scale of plot and character.

Love is a fine cushion to rest upon, but only hate can make you a better person.