Small facts lead to great knowing.

The air was heavy with the smell of leather and dust, of old parchment and binding glue. It smelled of secrets.

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.

You have to be a bit of a liar to tell a story the right way.

Each woman is like an instrument, waiting to be learned, loved, and finely played, to have at last her own true music made.

I’d heard you were dead.” "I heard you wear a red lace corset,” I said matter-of-factly. “But I don’t believe every bit of nonsense that gets rumored about.

It's the questions we can't answer that teach us the most. They teach us how to think. If you give a man an answer, all he gains is a little fact. But give him a question and he'll look for his own answers.