The existence of tricks does not imply the absence of magic.

Pride makes a man, it drives him, it is the shield wall around his reputation... Men die, they said, but reputation does not die.

Wyrd bith ful araed (Fate is inexorable).

You won't regret the men you never killed, but you will regret the women you passed up.

We all suffer from dreams

Writing is a solitary occupation.

Every day is ordinary, until it isn't.

Of course some days are easier than others, but my worst day is better than being in most humdrum occupations.

Book tours and research provide a lot of travel - too much, I sometimes think, but we do take vacations.

We make children and wealth and amass land and build halls and assemble armies and give great feasts, but only one thing survives us. Reputation.

Looking back, of course, it was irresponsible, mad, forlorn, idiotic, but if you don't take chances then you'll never have a winning hand, and I've no regrets.

Time is the wealth through which money comes.

It can be really powerful to write something when you're sad.

I've always been a little soft. I like to eat.

I'd rather hire someone who is extremely disciplined and process-oriented, than someone with all of the experience in the world.

Nobody ever died of being shot by a cookie.

I'll do a cappella stuff, rock 'n' roll and swing stuff.

I wish to avenge myself against the One who rules above.

My dad is a very snappy dresser; he gets all his stuff tailored. He's an architect, so he's a little more artistically minded.

Humans, the only self-regarding animals, blessed or cursed with this torturing higher faculty, have always wanted to know why.

While clothes do not, as the saying would sometimes have it, make the man, and fine feathers do not make fine birds, sometimes they can add a certain spice to a recipe.