Quotes About Author

Caleb! Stop napping!"Nick

No. You're asking me to support your stupidity. And you know how I feel about fools. I ate all the dumb ones in every litter Ã¢â'¬Â¦ or so I thought. Apparently, I somehow missed you.

Demons, please! I ain't your hell-monkey. Really don't have time for this! Nick

No, human. I don't know shit about this. I'm just rattling off randomness to confuse you. Xypher

Do you think this wild idea might work?" "It's insane," growled Boaz. "Utter lunacy, too far-fetched to be credible. Of course it'll work.

At the best of times I don't have the kind of voice anyone would want to hear mangling their favorite songs.

You will like Court life, I promise," she said, smiling sweetly as we went out of the parlor. I took care to walk behind her so she could not see my face.

Shevraeth himself was there to bid us farewell--a courtesy I could have done without.

Bergan's face assumed the expression (and the hue) of a stuffed trout.

I'm not going to rate books--there are too many variables. I'd rather talk about the reading experience.

What have you to say now, my little hero?" the Baron gloated. "That you are a fool, the son of a fool, and the servant of the biggest--

When his shoulders settled back in the position of G-man-ready-to-deal-with-difficult-female, she told him the truth.

What are you reading, my dear? A pretty sight, a lady with a book.

Materializations are often best produced in rooms where there are books. I cannot think of any time when materialization was in any way hampered by the presence of books.

Therefore it was not pride that took me into the village twice a week, or even stubbornness, but only the simple need for books and food.

I loathe writing autobiographical material because if it's dull no-one should have to read it anyway, and if it's interesting I should be using it for a story.

If I am spared," he always said to Constance, "I will write the book myself. If not, see that my notes are entrusted to some worthy cynic who will not be too concerned with the truth.

Brandy, anyone? My passion for spirits—" "No." Theodora giggled wildly. "Not that pun," she said.

She also depicted the cruel jokes of fate and chance unfolding in an amoral universe. It's just that instead of doing it with men and guns, she chose to write about mad, lonely girls and big, sinister houses.

Well, she asked, how do you gentlemen like living in a haunted house? It's perfectly fine, Luke said, perfectly fine. It gives me an excuse to have a drink in the middle of the night.

I think of life itself now as a wonderful play that I've written for myself, and so my purpose is to have the utmost fun playing my part.

Hello." "Hello yourself. Where you from?" "From hunger!

While munching on my afternoon snack—a piece of bread smeared with chicken fat—I joyfully looked into the bright parlor.

What do you put into the shoes to make them squeak?" "Oh, squeaks?" said Karpe. "Sugar makes them squeak.