What kind of world permitted such terrible injustice, where good men were stripped of everything and soulless creatures of malice and hatred survived to glory in their pointless death?

The reader wants to see something happen between pages one and four hundred, and nothing happens if the characters don't change.

We forget that what matters begins with the imagination.

...[Y]ou have an inner strength that makes it possible for you to do things other people couldn't even begin to think of doing.

The muse whispers to you when she chooses, and you can't tell her to come back later, because you quickly learn in this business that she might not come back at all.

Hurt leads to bitterness, bitterness to anger, travel too far that road and the way is lost.

I am incomplete without my work. I am so closely bound to it, so much identified by it, that without it I think I would crumble into dust and drift away.