She's like a prisoner inside stone walls, and every day the walls get a little thicker, the doorways a little narrower.

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.

To use the past, he had to save it from aspects of itself.

Adversity tests the limit of our strength.

Counting your blessings is a better cure for insomnia than counting sheep - you can fall asleep before you get through half of them.

Telling our stories is what saves us. The story is enough... The very act of storytelling, of arranging memory and invention according to the structure of narrative is, by definition, holy.

I visit studios. Just to get the feel, the smell, and see what other people are doing. Not only listening to the radio, but going to studios, greeting musicians and artists, just getting a vibe.

It seems the older you get, the more life comes into focus.

Love our Lady. And she will obtain abundant grace to help you conquer in your daily struggle.

I enjoy heroines who grow and come into their own during the course of a story.

I dearly love the state of Texas, but I consider that a harmless perversion on my part, and discuss it only with consenting adults.

O that one unguarded moment! / Were it mine to live again, / All the strength of its temptation / Would appeal to me in vain.