I mean, when you're tired of book reviews, you're tired of life.

I'm a fantasy writer. I don't do SF. This is important to me. If you're not clear on what genre you're in, everything gets muddled, and it's hard to know which rules you're breaking.

Oddly, the meanings of books are defined for me much more by their beginnings and middles than they are by their endings.

It's time to live with what we have and mourn what we lost.

You didn’t get the quest you wanted, you got the one you could do.

Most people carry that pain around inside them their whole lives, until they kill the pain by other means, or until it kills them. But you, my friends, you found another way: a way to use the pain. To burn it as fuel, for light and warmth. You have learned to break the world that has tried to break you.

A novel with a bad middle is a bad book. A bad ending is something I've just gotten in the habit of forgiving.