Betrayal would be a different sort of sick.

The story is always better than your ability to write it. My belief about this is that if you ever get to the point that you think you've done a story justice, you're in the wrong business.

When they finished laughing they were on their way to being not just friends, but the dearest of friends, the sort of friends whose lives are shaped by the friendship.

Because she was a princess she had a pegasus.

The story is always better than your ability to write it.

I advise those who want to become writers to study veterinary medicine, which is easier. You don't want to be a writer unless you have no choice - and if you have no choice, good luck to you.

There are things you don't want to know you can do

My capacity for invention is flash hot stark, I thought. Sucker sunshade. Disembodied radar-reconnaissance. Not to mention Bitter Chocolate Death and Killer Zebras. Pity about the rest of me.

Perhaps it is a human thing, to look upon such beauty and fail to encompass it.

[Harry] had always suffered from a vague restlessness, a longing for adventure that she told herself severely was the result of reading too many novels when she was a small child.

It is a much more straightforward thing to be a dog, and a dog's love, once given, is not reconsidered.

Holy fu-" he starts then catches himself."Yes, this tithe will be most pleasing to her Goodness." Me and Magnus exchange amused glances.

The slightest act of love holds greater spiritual power than a thousand rituals.

Fall in love with the habit of learning from the great successful people who came before you, so that you don't spend the rest of your life as a stranger to success.

Being the evil undead wasn't fun anymore. For one thing, it was increasingly hard to get a library card.

He wasn't a whole person any longer, but only half of something not yet made.

break the rules pay the price

Certainly it's very often true that women tend to be a bit quieter and more prepared to sit there and let the animal tell you things.

Those beings only are fit for solitude who are like nobody, and are liked by nobody.

Libraries aren't in the real world, after all. They're places apart, sanctuaries of pure thought. In this way I can go on living on the moon for the rest of my life.

It is yin and yang. Light is the left hand of darkness ... how did it go? Light, dark. Fear, courage. Cold, warmth. Female, male. It is yourself ... both and one. A shadow on snow.