During my second draft pass on my last book I made 20,000 words happen in a week, which is practically supernatural for me, and it would never have been possible without three nights in a hotel in my own city.

It's all a quilt of fairy tales with a patch here and there of truth.

All right," sighed Madrigal. "To the baths, then. To make ourselves shiningly clean." Like vegetable, she thought, before they go in the stew.

Boredom is a terrible affliction of the soulless.

I will do just as you wish,' said no cat ever.

Perhaps Fate laid out your life for you like a dress on a bed, and you could either wear it or go naked.

He actually listened, rather than pretending to listen while waiting a suitable interval before it was his time to talk again.