It was wise enough to know itself, and brave enough to be itself, and wild enough to change itself while somehow staying altogether true.

Too much truth confuses the facts. Too much honesty makes you sound insincere.

The Waystone was his, just as the third silence was his. This was appropriate, as it was the greatest silence of the three, wrapping the others inside itself. It was deep and wide as autumn’s ending. It was heavy as a great river-smooth stone. It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.

Writing a good query letter has very little to do with writing a good novel. But if you can't write the one, it makes it really hard to get the other published.

Coming to grips with being a bit of a celebrity. That's not anything I ever expected to have to deal with in my life.

We are more than the parts that form us.

I know," she said. "You have a stone in your heart, and some days it's so heavy there is nothing to be done. But you don't have to be alone for it. You should have come to me. I understand.