But it was equally clear to her that this was her fate, that she had called its name and it had come to her, and she could do nothing now but own it.

The great thing about fantasy is that you can drag dreams and longings and hopes and fears and strivings out of your subconscious and call them 'magic' or 'dragons' or 'faeries' and get to know them better. But then I write the stuff. Obviously I'm prejudiced.

The train is roaring toward you and the villain is twirling his moustache and you're fussing that he's tied you to the tracks with the wrong kind of rope.

Cigars should be like onions," she said, unfastening the catch and pushing back the pane. "Either the whole company does, or the whole company does not.

Yes, I am letting my own experience color my answer, which is what experience is for.

I almost wish I'd had the forethought to eat a tree myself.

If you wish, I shall go personally to your City and knock together the heads of Perlith and Galooney.