Sandry: "There has to be something we can do." Lark: "We're mages. We do what we can, but some problems are too big to fix." Sandry: "Then I wish I weren't a mage. What good is magic, if you can't use it to help people.

Reflect as if you have all of time, even when time is short.

If I say you're a goatherd's son, you say, 'Yes, Lord Ralon.'" Alanna gasped with fury. "I'd as soon kiss a pig! Is that what you've been doing-kissing pigs? Or being kissed?

Someday I must read this scholar Everyone. He seems to have written so much--all of it wrong.

A friend had commented once that Neal had a gift for making someone want to punch him just for saying hello.

You're an obnoxious canker-blossom. Go ooze somewhere else.

Anyone who tells you they don't need to rewrite, they're usually the ones who need it worst.