I'm dying of boredom. Or maybe just dying.

Sometimes, if you want to change a man's mind, you have to change the mind of the man next to him first.

The queen was settling on the edge of the bed, ungainly with hesitation and at the same time exquisite in her grace, like a heron landing in a treetop.

I was not so comfortable with my new authority that I could say 'We eat the chicken now!' but the magus had seen that I was considering it.

But there are other words for privacy and independence. They are isolation and loneliness.

He didn't marry you to become king. He became king because he wanted to marry you.

It isn't an easy thing to give your loyalty to someone you don't know, especially when that person chooses to reveal nothing of himself.

Will there be poppy juice in it?" Phresine shook her head. "Good. My wife and I agreed that only my wine was to be poisoned.

Then come out," said the king, helping him, "knowing you'll never die of a fall unless the god himself drops you.

If I am the pawn of the gods, it is because they know me so well, not because they make my mind up for me.

Her queen danced like a flame in the wind, and the mercurial king like the weight at the center of the earth.

When life throws you curve balls, become a curve ball hitter.

The advice he reads in Ann Landers – good advice as long as you don’t need it, perfectly sensible as long as you don’t have any use for it.

Language is a virus from outer space

Sweat saves blood.

A knowledge of the forces that rule society, of the causes that have produced its upheavals, and of society's resources for promoting healthy progress has become of vital concern to our civilization.

Sorrow was all my soul; I scarce believed, Till grief did tell me roundly, that I lived.

It is not a matter of life and death. It is not that important. But it is a reflection of life, and so the game is an enigma wrapped in a mystery impaled on a conundrum.

The CIA is an incompetent bureaucracy, generally.

Love is at first a set of delusions, which, as time goes by, are discarded like training wheels, and you love truly.

Not writing would be like going the rest of your life without having dreams.