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What man would dare believe that all he planned might come to pass?

Tigana, let my memory of
you be like a blade in my
soul.

Even if we remember the past, odds are good we'll still repeat it.

It is not easy, she thinks, to make your way in the world while insisting on a new path.

The military preferred - invariably - those who could be readily defined, assigned roles, understood, and controlled.

Lazy poets try to elicit a reader's response with words designed to tug at the heart.

Only then, invisible to everyone and with her curtains drawn, did she allow her tears to fall: in love, and for his hurts, and in terrible pride.

We are the total of our longings.

How we remember changes how we have lived.
Time runs both ways. We make stories of our lives.

Whichever way the wind blows, it
will rain upon the Kindath.

I've spent my whole literary career blurring boundaries between genres and categories.

Sometimes you didn't really arrive at a conclusion about your life, you just discovered that you already had.

When you didn't say a lot, he thought, you said the important things.

Words were power, words tried to change you, to shape bridges of longing that no one could ever really cross.

You had to grow into your own significance - or come to terms with the lack of it.

Dave hung up. And unplugged the phone. With a fierce and bitter pain he stared at it, watching how, over and over again, it didn't ring.

You'd never killed anyone. Then you had.

I ruefully admit that if the cat is asleep in my chair - which she regards as hers, of course - I tend to leave her there and take the other one.

The privacy of pride.

Bright star of Eanna, forgive me the manner of this, but you are the harbor of my soul's journeying.

That felt strange. How sharp a rent a handful of moments made in the fabric of a life.

most hated by the dark, for their name is light.

We are the total of our longings, he had written. But Kevin was a song-writer, not a poet, and he never did use it.

Some paths, some doorways, some people were not to be yours, though the slightest difference in the rippling of time might have made it so.

Catriana sighed. "I'm hard to make friends with," she said at length. "I doubt it's worth your effort.

As many have noted, the peril for authors is that our work space is too easily our play space.

Men made wagers with their judgment, their allegiances, their resources.

I have been made to realize tonight that there are limits to what I wish to do or see done for any cause.

Language. The process of sharing with words seemed such a futile exercise sometimes.

And Shalhassan of Cathal realized in that moment, standing between the fair brother and the dark, that he was not going to lead this war after all.

Will there ever be a time when it is not a curse to be born a woman? When we can do no more, than stand by and be extremely brave and watch them die?

The heart has its own laws ... and the truth is ... the truth is that you are the law of mine.

There's a level at which, if you take poetry seriously, the focus it involves ... that never goes away.

It had taken skill, tact, an ability to choose friends well, and a great deal of luck

Daylight was coming outside, but it was not only that: courage cast its own light.

The soul must bend to endure.

Liu Fang is a truly gifted, world-famous player of the pipa and the guzheng, classical Chinese stringed instruments.

His intelligence stretched her to the limits, and then changed what those limits were.

What mortal knew the way their fate line would run?

Why did becoming accustomed to something have to render its pleasures stale.

Praise be to the Weaver and all the gods!' said Shalhassan of Cathal. 'Finally she's done something adult!

It was different, though, knowing something in your thoughts and then hearing it confirmed, made real, planted in the world like a tree

When I'm all grown up, come what may,
I'll build a boat to carry me away

It is an old truth that men and women sometimes miss what they hate as much as what they love.

Eanna love us, Adaon preserve us, Morian guard our souls.

Everyone knew that all islands were worlds unto themselves, that to come to an island was to come to another world.

It is always difficult, even with the best will in the world, to look back a long way and see anything resembling the truth.

You touched people's lives, glancingly, and those lives changed forever.

She was owner and captive, both, of a bitterly divided heart.

In this world, where we find ourselves, we need compassion more than anything, I think, or we are all alone.

I never talk about books in progress. I could decide to change it to a series of seafood recipes, after all.

After a while, you start to realize that you should write a book you would want to read. I try to write a book I would enjoy.

We live among mysteries. Love is one, there are others. We must not imagine we understand all there is to know about the world.

I don't plan ahead; each book finds me. History itself, the resonance of the past with the present, is the common denominator in all of them.

By things so achingly small are lives measured and marred.

Not every man or woman sailing down the river will be a figure of force or significance. Some are merely in the boat with all of us.

Here the world is all the world may be

If you so much as start to bow or anything like that, Dave, I'll beat you up. I swear I will.

Ice is for death and endings.

Men changed during wars or conflict, sometimes beyond recognition. Tai

And surely, surely, if we are not simply animals that live to fight, there must be a reason for bloodshed.

EVENTUALLY, MORNING CAME. Morning always comes. There are always losses in the night, a price paid for light.

I grew up in a bookish family, so I read very widely. I was omnivorous, really.

I never answer, because I can't, which is my favorite among my own books.

I cannot speak for those who come after, or what the world will be. We are not made that way.

But if you couldn't do everything, did that mean you did nothing?

We will pick our way through the shards of broken objects folly leaves behind. And some of what breaks will be very beautiful.

Weariness, sometimes more than anything else, can bring an end to war.

I say 'as it were' or 'so to speak' too often because puns and double entendres keep insinuating themselves into my consciousness as I'm talking.

Small things change a life. Change lives.

Do you know the wish of your heart? - The Darkest Road

Brightly woven, Diar,' Aileron said. And then dazzled them all with the warmth of his smile.

One didn't stop to talk with creatures from one's nightmares.

The deeds of men, as footprints in the desert.
Nothing under the circling moons is fated to last.
Even the sun goes down.

She had come to accept, deeply, and with certitude, that she had been born into a world, a life, that would not let her be whole.

Alluding and attacking, summoning a courage, embodying a gallantry of defiance that hurt to see, it was so noble and so doomed.

We cannot know. But sometimes there is kindness, and sometimes there is love.

I have always argued, in a good novel, interesting things happen to interesting people.

Irritation for some men was their response to strain.

But what did one own if life, if love, could be taken away to darkness? Was it all not just ... a loan, a leasehold, transitory as candles?

You have to be afraid for it to count as bravery.

I am afraid to try for more light lest it mean more dark.

I will not say I am sorry, but I can tell you that I grieve.

A hand fought best when it made a fist.

We must be what we are, or we become our enemies.

Writing is never, ever easy but I wake up every morning grateful for the gift of being able to do this.

There are no wrong turnings. Only paths we had not known we were meant to walk.

Everything you have ever heard about the strangeness of Hollywood is true!

We salvage what we can, what truly matters to us, even at the gates of despair.

All the roads are dark. Only at the end is there a hope of light.

The world could bring you poison in a jewelled cup, or surprising gifts. Sometimes you didn't know which of them it was.

It can be hard to write a skillfully entertaining fiction, but a great book wants to be more, and wants more from us.

He wasn't a poet, not everyone is.