Some people say 'I want to be a writer,' and some people say, 'I want to write.'

Silent," the carved wizardwood on his wrist breathed. "Silent as a blinded ship, floating hull-up in the sea. Silent as a scream underwater.

Besides, if there were no dragons of flesh and blood and fire, whence would come the idea for these stone carvings?

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

Look forward, not back. Correct your course and go on. You cannot undo yesterday's journey.

In real life, things don't all end at the nice same place. To keep the story real, there has to be kind of a ragged edge at the end of a novel.

Writers really do that. We weep over our characters. We are saddened sometimes for days when we say goodbye to a world or a character. They do become our best friends. I've probably spent more time with them over the past 22, 24 years than I have spent with most of the real members of my family.