I Believe In Deeds, Not Words.

Well, Laddie, If You've Let An Old Buzzard Like Me Hurt You Confidence, You Couldn't Have Had Much In The First Place.

You Are Brave, Kicking A Chained Prisoner. They Must Sing Heroic Ballads About You On Winter Nights!" (alanna)

I Was Stark Raving Mad, And My Family Was Too Polite To Mention It. That's What Living With The Yamanis Does To People. They Get So Well-mannered They Won't Mention You're Crazy.

Her Free Hand Was Clenched In A Fist. I Held Still, Waiting For Her To Say Something, To Tell Me She Should Have Never Left Me Here, Where Her Friends Might Look To Me For Help. Finally She Looked At Me. Her Eyes Were Hard, But She'd Let No Tears Fall. "this Is Where We Blame Those Who Are Responsible, Cooper, She Told Me, Her Voice Very Soft. "the Colemongers, And The Bought Dogs At Tradesmen's Kennel. We'll Leave An Offering For Him With The Black God When All This Is Done, And We'll Occupy Ourselves With Tearing These Colemongers Apart. All Right? We Put Grief Aside For Now.

I Don't Write From Dreams Because I Don't Remember Mine, But I Had A Fragment Of An Image Left About Twins, Whose Father Was Telling Them How Their Lives Were Going To Go For The Next Eight Years. I Wrote A Scene About That, And Then Another And Then Another And Then Another, And After Five Months I Had 732 Pages.