Inspiration comes from so many sources. Music, other fiction, the non-fiction I read, TV shows, films, news reports, people I know, stories I hear, misheard words or lyrics, dreams

Better to know the quick pain of truth than the ongoing pain of a long-held false hope.

Wisdom and knowledge is everywhere, but so is stupity.

He had given her too much. He had given her everything.

What was I thinking? Of all the assistants I could have wound up with, why did I have to choose the one with the scary mother and troublemaking in his bloodlines? I am doomed.

There's always a bit of truth in each rumour, the trouble is finding out which bit. - Tayend

Mortals did not need gods to order them to kill eachother. They were quite capable of finding reasons to do so themselves.

Happy endings are a luxury of fiction

It is said, in Imardin, that the wind has a soul, and that it wails through the narrow streets because it is grieved by what it finds there.

Cery: So, Hem, tell me why I shouldn't see how many holes I need to make before you start leaking money?

Great. She shook her head. Not only am I having conversations with myself, but now I'm refusing to talk to me. This has got to be the first sign of madness.

This was really what I was supposed to be doing, and it was a great blessing to have discovered this, and to be doing what was God's will for your life.

People who are readers of fiction aren't particularly interested in comic books.

Florida is a crazy place, and I have played some of the wildest shows of my life here.

It's incredibly disturbing to me that humans are disrupting pretty much every single living system on the planet.

This is what happens when you live in dreams, he thought: you dream this and you dream that and you sleep right through your life.

We venture to make the assertion that there is but one sin: IGNORANCE, and but one salvation: APPLIED KNOWLEDGE.

It is not true that men prefer foolish women. Rather they prefer women who can simulate foolishness whenever necessary, which is the very core of intelligence.

He put his cold hands on either side of my face and fixed his golden eyes on mine. "Would you please tell me what you're thinking? Before I go mad?

Sun on my shoulders and the wind at my back, bound and determined to get back on track to where the heart is..where it's been all along.

For thousands of years we have gathered in circle--around fires, around bodies, around altars--because we can't do this alone.