We could mate. In a year our nestlings would be large enough to mob anyone we like...Should I begin to court you? Do you like grubs or ants better?...I will be here. In case you change your mind about mating.

Girls are 50% of the population. We deserve to represent 50% of the heroes.

When people say a knight's job is all glory, I laugh, and laugh, and laugh.

As long as there's life, there's hope.

When in doubt, shoot the wizard.

One of the things I strive for is realism. I need to be as real as possible in the dilemmas my characters face.

At last Niko dropped his hands, and opened his eyes. His perfect tree illusion solidified and settled. "Very nice," said Briar with approval. "Couldn't have done better myself" "Couldn't do it at all yourself," muttered Tris. Briar ignored her. "But you'd never find a cork oak in these parts. Too cold." Niko looked down his nose at the boy. "I beg your pardon?" Briar shrugged. "Just thought I'd mention it." Niko glared.