Start writing sooner. Don't wait for permission. Don't hesitate.

Very little about being a writer is signing an autograph. It's sitting in a room and writing. Getting it out.

As I apologized to her a flicker of panic raced through me and then faded away. There wasn't enough life left in me to panic. I'd made a mistake and I was dying. Apparently not even a Speck afterlife was available to me. I'd simply stop being. Apparently I hadn't died correctly. Oops.

To be part of a family, or any community, is to have duties and responsibility, to be bound by the rules of that group.

We are as we are. How can you claim to know what life I was meant to lead, let alone threaten to force me into it? All your quibbling is nonsense. As well forbid your nose to snuff, or your ears to hear. We are as we do.

King Shrewd is expecting me, rather he isn't expecting me, and that is precisely why I must go to him now.

Your future. It awaits only you, to live it and to write it. - Shaman's Crossing by Robin Hobb