Wyrd bith ful araed (Fate is inexorable).

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

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.

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

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.

The people who are running this planet are insane - they are literally destroying it. I don't know where they think they're gonna drink water, breathe air.

The welfare state may be well-intentioned, but it is a Ponzi scheme

People fall in love for mysterious reasons.

With the new weapons like the atom bomb, Russia would have it, too, and use it first. It is a very difficult world. But that trouble is imminent is obvious.

I'm not necessarily happy being single. It's not really that cool.

The way to get unstuck is to start down the wrong path, right now.

As a straight news correspondent I would never make an issue of someone's personal life unless they have put it out there for public consumption.

The standard God has for you has nothing to do with approval, and everything to do with purpose.

We always admire the other person more after we've tried to do his job.

There is no experimental data that exists that supports the view that the Earth's climate is changing in any dangerous way.