This wasn't prayer anyway, it was just argument with the gods. Prayer, he suspected as he hoisted himself up and turned for the door, was putting one foot in front of the other. Moving all the same.

The most important thing about quests, he decided, was not in finding what you went looking for, but in finding what you never could have imagined before you ventured forth.

I miss it every minute, and I have no wish at all to go back.

When I go down into the ground at last, as God is my judge, I pray my best-beloved may have better to say of me than, "He didn't hit me."

For me, writing is more a process of discovering the book than planning it.

He's not too short. He's just... concentrated.

The Imperial Service could win a war without coffee, but would prefer not to have to.