It’s hard to let go. Even when what you’re holding onto is full of thorns, it’s hard to let go. Maybe especially then.

As with all other aspects of the narrative art, you will improve with practice, but practice will never make you perfect. Why should it? What fun would that be?

The more you read, the less apt you are to make a fool of yourself with your pen or word processor.

This is how a man looks when he's deciding that the risk of death is better than the risk of change.

They were still all beautiful and there was still enchantment and wonder, but she had crossed a line and now the fairy tale was green with corruption and evil.

Acknowledge your good fortune by sharing it.

Stephenie Meyer can’t write worth a darn. She’s not very good.