My blood will only buy you that fool's regard. I will pay a high price for you to be respected by a churl. Nothing bought with blood is worth having, young man.

Useless to worry until we find outselves blocked. ... If it happens, then we must simply find a way around it. It may slow us down. But we will never get there at all if we stand still and worry.

I am the King's Fool. He is the King-In-Wating. Let him wait.

History is no more fixed and dead than the future. The past is no further away than the last breath you took.

I do not know whom I wish to win; until I do, I will let no player be eliminated.

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.

I think that old magic draws much of its strength from that acknowledgment: that we are a part of that world.