I know that some readers think (The High King) should have ended differently. I cried for three days afterwards.

How easy it is to think well of ourselves. Until the moment is upon us, we can never be certain.

If writers learn more from their books than do readers, perhaps I may have begun to learn.

The muse in charge of fantasy wears good, sensible shoes. No foam-born Aphrodite, she vaguely resembles my old piano teacher, who was keen on metronomes.

Keep reading. It's one of the most marvelous adventures that anyone can have.

I have never known courage to be judged by the length of a man's hair. Or, for the matter of that, whether he has any hair at all.

Find what you want. I will find you.