You still think I've gone cracked in the head," Ben said, amused. "Listen, if tomorrow we pulled into Biren and someone told you there were shamble-men in the woods, would you believe them?" My father shook his head. "What if two people told you?" Another shake. Ben leaned forward on his stump. "What if a dozen people told you, with perfect earnestness, that shamble-men were out in the fields, eating-" "Of course I wouldn't believe them," my father said, irritated. "It's ridiculous." "Of course it is," Ben agreed, raising a finger. "But the real question is this: Would you go into the woods?

Fear tends to come from ignorance. Once I knew what the problem was, it was just a problem, nothing to fear.

Just handle the books gently and you’ll get along fine.

I've always liked the moonless night best. It's easier to say things in the dark. It's easier to be yourself.

You want to publish with a publisher because a publisher knows how to publish a book. And you don't. You really don't.

Over the last month I had pulled a woman from a blazing inferno. I had called fire and lighting down on assassins and escaped to safety. I had even killed something that could have been either a dragon or a demon, depending on your point of view. But there in that room was the first time I actually felt like any sort of hero. If you are looking for a reason for the man I would eventually become, if you are looking for a beginning, look there.

Music sounds different to the one who plays it. It is the musician's curse.