He was certain he was anorectic, because every time he looked in a mirror he saw a fat man. It was the Archchancellor, standing behind him and shouting at him.

Any fool could be a witch with a runic knife, but it took skill to be one with an apple corer.

Once you have your character sitting right there in your head, all you really need to do is wind them up, put them down, and simply write down what they do, say, or think.

Fantasy is uni-age. You can start it in the creche, and it follows you to death.

You know how to pray, don’t you? Just put your hands together and hope.

Every intelligent being, whether it breathes or not, coughs nervously at some time in its life.

He'd heard that writers spent all day in their dressing gowns drinking champagne. This is, of course, absolutely true.