An Assassin, a real Assassin had to look like one-black clothes, hood, boots, and all. If they could wear any clothes, any disguise, then what could anyone do but spend all day in a small room with a loaded crossbow pointed at the door?

I wrote three books, I had three greenhouses. It seemed to me to be very satisfactory.

Who'd want a pony when you could have the whole universe? It was far more interesting and you didn't have to muck it out once a week.

Curiosity may have killed the cat, but her's curiosity could have massacred a pride of lions.

You know I've never agreed with baths. Sittin' around in your own dirt like that.

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.

They can tak' oour lives but they canna tak' oour troousers!