Wise words are like arrows flung at your forehead. What do you do? Why, you duck of course.

A celebration of insignificance, Is that all we are in the end? And one day I’ll just be one more of those faces, frozen in death and wonder

Children are dying." Lull nodded. "That's a succinct summary of humankind, I'd say. Who needs tomes and volumes of history? Children are dying. The injustices of the world hide in those three words.

I'll not deny I am impressed by your mastery of six warrens, Quick Ben. In retrospect, you should have held back on at least half of what you command." The man made to rise. "But, Bauchelain," the wizard replied, "I did.

The soul knows no greater anguish than to take a breath that begins with love and ends with grief.

I hear Seven Cities natives grow fruit just so they can eat the larvae in them.

I have to feel what I'm writing, right down to the core.