If life has taught me one thing, it's that there are no villains. Only people, doing their best.

You don’t pick your family, you take what you’re given and you make the best of it.

More often than not bad luck meant bad plans.

Armour... is part of a state of mind... in which you admit the possibility... of being hit.

The fool strikes. The wise man smiles, and watches, and learns. Then strikes.

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.