And he began to see the truth, that Ged had neither lost nor won but, naming the shadow of his death with his own name, had made himself whole: a man who, knowing his whole true self, cannot be used or possessed by any power other than himself, and whose life therefore is lived for life's sake and never in the service of ruin, or pain, or hatred, or the dark.

No man, no power, can bind the action of wizardry or still the words of power. For they are the very words of Making, and one who could silence them could unmake the world.

To learn which questions are unanswerable, and not to answer them: this skill is most needful in times of stress and darkness.

What the brain does by itself is infinitely more fascinating and complex than any response it can make to chemical stimulation.

Stories are what death thinks he puts an end to. He can't understand that they end in him, but they don't end with him.

Readers, after all, are making the world with you. You give them the materials, but it's the readers who build that world in their own minds.

If you have to find devices to coax yourself to stay focused on writing, perhaps you should not be writing what you're writing. And if this lack of motivation is a constant problem, perhaps writing is not your forte. I mean, what is the problem? If writing bores you, that is pretty fatal. If that is not the case, but you find that it is hard going and it just doesn't flow, well, what did you expect? It is work; art is work.