The danger would be going back, or staying still. The only way out was through. The past was ruins, but the present was still in play.

I think every fantasy reader secretly believes they know how magic works.

It's a terrible thing for a book, when you feel like you're supposed to like it.

That’s what death did, it treated you like a child, like everything you had ever thought and done and cared about was just a child’s game, to be crumpled up and thrown away when it was over. It didn’t matter. Death didn’t respect you. Death thought you were bullshit, and it wanted to make sure you knew it.

And I'm not as young as I once was. At my age, I don't have time to be bored.

Genuinely social people never ceased to amaze him. Their brains seemed to generate an inexhaustible fund of things to say, naturally, with no effort, out of nothing at all.

My ultimate goal is to drive people back to the books, when I think of an adaptation.