Why are you smiling?' 'I'm relieved,' I said honestly. 'I was worried I'd given myself cadmium poisoning, or I had some mysterious disease. This is just someone trying to kill me.

There is a sort of camaraderie that rarely exists except between men who have fought the same enemies and know the same women.

...it is better to have a mouthful of poison than a secret of the heart.

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.

When someone writes something dazzlingly brilliant, people want to imitate it. The result is a lot of less-than-brilliant knock-offs. Elves, Dwarves, Goblin army, cursed ring, evil sorcerer. Tolkien did it. It rocked. Let's move on. Let's do something new.

Words have to find a man's mind before they can touch his heart, and some men's minds are woefully small targets.

It wasn't even a good note. 'If you are reading this I am probably dead.' What sort of a note is that?