I got my heart's desire, and there my troubles began.

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.

Becoming an author changes your attitude too. Once you see where books come from, and how they're made, they never seem quite as sacred again.

Don't take anyone's writing advice too seriously.

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

Magic is wild, dangerous stuff. You never realize how useful limitations are until it's much too late.

The life I should be living had been mislaid through some clerical error by the cosmic bureaucracy.