A book's alright when the weather's foul and there's nothing else to do, but why sit and read when the wind is calling your name?

The people who keep coping, keep trying, no matter how many blows Fate takes at them. Nobody'll make a song about them, but they're heroes all the same.

Caught between glass and wood, that which breaks and that which bends, that which sings and that which survive. So our lives go.

I always work from an outline, so I know all the of the broad events and some of the finer details before I begin writing the book.

Magic, like technology, is a tool.

He isn't stupid, but his interests are so narrow I doubt I could slip a sheet of paper in between them

Yeah, well, that's what you said the last time it did this, and it was doing it that time too,' Tiercel said waspishly. Clear as mud,' Harrier muttered.