Insofar as he'd formed any opinion of her, it was that she suffered from misplaced gentility and the mistaken belief that etiquette meant good breeding. She mistook mannerisms for manners.

Anyway, just because you're sworn enemies doesn't mean you can't be friends, does it?

I write books back to back, and I work very hard on them.

Legends don't have to make sense. They just have to be beautiful. Or at least interesting.

In the end the problem isn't that you have the wrong sort of government for the People, but that you have the wrong sort of People.

I've lost both parents in the last two years, so you pick up on that stuff. That's the most terrible thing about being an author - standing there at your mother's funeral, but you don't switch the author off. So your own innermost thoughts are grist for the mill.

Scientists have calculated that the chances of something so patently absurd actually existing are millions to one. But magicians have calculated that million-to-one chances crop up nine times out of ten.