Quotes from Robin Hobb

You scared her." "She scares herself. They all do

But then, you probably have a greater variety of memories to choose from...One does not gather many unique memories, hauled out on a beach.

He would fear everyone he did not control. And the next day he would fear those he controlled even more.

The days we shared I alone would remember now. I suddenly felt less real.

They were miserable and hungry and helpless. I don't think I've ever met anyone who was miserable, hungry and helpless who was not also petty and selfish. The situation brings out the worst in everyone.

Justice. There's a thing we shall ever thirst after, and ever be parched. No. We content ourselves with law.

Some old warriors are like good weapons. Their scars become the patina of experience and wisdom.

He took a deep breath that whispered into his lungs.

When you borrow trouble against what might be, you neglect the moment you have to enjoy.

Yet when one of you is near, I feel you are woven of the same strand as I, that we are but extensions of a segmented life, and that together we complete one another. I feel a joy in your presence, because I feel my own life wax greater when we are close to one another.

A secret is only a secret as long as only one man knows it.

There had been a few occasions when words had so reached into him and settled their truth in him like roots in rich earth.

The wisest man takes the shortest path to peace with himself.

A fierce resolve that we would not lose what we had now to what we could not have tomorrow.

Her head leaned on his shoulder, and they walked slowly. It took forever for them to be out of sight. That night I got drunker than I had ever been, and awoke the next day in some bushes halfway up the keep road.

shall." I think I finally guessed then what

Torg, Vivacia reflected, was a piece of carrion that, overturned, now showed its working maggots to the daylight.

I lay down to sleep with the resolve that I would not let Galen deceive me any longer, nor persuade me to deceive myself.

In times like these, perhaps a Queen with a knife will give us more heart than a woman who drapes herself in jewels and hides behind walls.

Just because a man can do a thing does not mean he should do a thing.

In a softer voice, I added, "And self-pitying tales of woe always bore me

you map the land and draw lines across it, claiming ownership simply because you can draw a picture of it. The plants that grow and the beasts that rove, you mark as your own, claiming not only what lives today, but what might grow tomorrow, to do with as you please. Then, in your conceit and aggression, you wage wars and slay one another over the lines you have imagined on the world's face.

When a man's pride is all he has left, he holds it closely.

She was a dragon, not a mindless mud salamander.