To be both rich and handsome was bad enough. But to have a voice like honey over warm bread on top of that was simply inexcusable.

If you are going to impose your will on the world, you must have control over what you believe.

Nobody cooks using just one ingredient. Why would you write using just one flavor of story?

We all become what we pretend to be.

When someone tells you a piece of their life, they're giving you a gift, not granting you your due.

I've got an idea for a modern day faerie tale that I think would made a great short novel. But I just don't have the time to work on it right now. I'm way too busy with the 'Kingkiller Chronicles' and being a new dad.

She was a wicked thing sometimes. All full of want. As if the shape of the world depended on her mood. As if she were important.