If you aren't having fun, if you aren't anxious to find out what happens next as you write, then not only will you run out of steam on the story, but you won't be able to entertain anyone else, either.

Excuse me," she said politely. "But you can't have him. Not yet. He's going to come back with me.

I swear the sparrows called us ten kinds of idiot when we did it.

I wish we had a sign that this flaming dragon is part of an attack or something. Those dung heaps might think it’s just one of their own monsters enjoying the sunrise.

What if custom is wrong? demanded the part of her that believed in the code of chivalry. A knight must set things right.

Have I mentioned that I hate it when you're right?", she asked instead. Alanna shook her head. "No, I don't believe you have. As far as I could tell, you never thought I was right.

I myself have noticed my growing resemblance to a daffodil.