Barbarian that I am, I had eaten all of it. It had tasted quite nice too. Still, I took note of this fact and resigned myself to throw away half of a perfectly good cheese if it was set in front of me. Such is the price of civilization.

I can't give you the moon,” the tinker said. “She doesn't belong to me. She belongs only to herself.

We are more than the parts that form us.

It's hard for me to take myself too seriously when I'm constantly experiencing firsthand what an incredible gimp I can be.

Stories only happen to people who can tell them.

Whenever you write a character, you want to make them themselves, you want to make them unique. You don't want fifty characters in your book and they all pretty much act and think the same except they have different colored hair.

in my opinion if you have a secret compartment in your lute case and don't use it to hide things, there is something terribly, terribly wrong with you.