“My father... raised me to make up my own mind. The way he did this was by yielding to me when I asked, even when I was foolish. I lived through it; and I know my own mind; and he will do what I ask him.”
“I'm also old... and my own gift for writing fantasy grows out of very literal-minded, pragmatic soil: the things I do when I'm not telling stories have always been pretty three-dimensional. I used to say that the only strong attraction reality ever had for me was horses and horseback riding, but I've also been cooking and going for long walks since I was a kid (yes, the two are related), and I'm getting even more three dimensionally biased as I get older — gardening, bell ringing... piano playing... And the stories I seem to need to write seem to need that kind of nourishment from me — how you feed your story telling varies from writer to writer. My story-telling faculty needs real-world fresh air and experiences that create calluses (and sometimes bruises).”
“[Gonturan] is a true friend, but a friend with thoughts of her own, and the thoughts of others are dangerous.”
“Those single-track military minds never think to ask their cleaning staff for help in giant lethal marauding creature matters.”
“Yes, I am letting my own experience color my answer, which is what experience is for....”
“One doesn't generally look into mirrors when one is especially angry; one has better things to do, like pace the floor or throw things.”