There can be many opinions on a thing, but there is only one truth." Vashet smiled lazily. "And if the pursuit of the truth was my goal, that would concern me." She gave a long yawn, stretching like a happy cat. "Instead I will focus on the joy in my heart, [...}

In my opinion there are two basic questions that any writer tries to answer. "What is?" is the question non-fiction asks. "What if?" is the question fiction asks. That's the question I'm more interested in.

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

You can't write good characters if you can't imagine what it's like being in another person's skin. And if you can imagine that, you naturally want other people's lives to be better. You want to make that happen.

This is how deeply rooted stories are, folks. We crave them before we can walk, and we start telling them before we can talk.

Over his own dark Cealdish beard. "Nothing like your marvelous facebear.

Ambrose, your presence is the horseshit frosting on the horseshit cake that is the admissions interview process.