Quotes About Robin Hobb

I think that my passion for writing fantasy began at about the same time as my passion for reading fantasy.

I was almost annoyed at her for spoiling my perfectly good sulk.

Since then, she had wondered if it were strength or a sort of madness that let her pretend she was normal.

Dawn," Thymara scoffed. "I think the dragons meant, "After we wake up and when we feel like it.

I had read a poem about a girl with 'silvery laughter' but Shun's sounded to me as if someone had fallen down a long flight of steps with a basket of cheap tin pans.

He is very concerned with his dignity, and I think that prevents him from having an interesting life. If I were a boy, and permitted to have an interesting life, I would have no dignity at all.

Kyle saw them as a double-pronged problem: the ship that would not heed his wishes because of a boy that would not be what his father commanded him to be.

But there was a cost to that surcease from pain, Fool. When you dull pain and hide it from yourself…" My words trickled away. I did not want to sound self-pitying. "You dull your joys as well." He said it simply." p. 510 Fitz to the Fool

Somewhere in the back of my mind, Nighteyes was frantic. 'Poisoned. That water is poisoned.' I couldn't frame a thought to reassure him.

I didn't condemn you," he defended himself. "I was just surprised. I've a right to be shocked. It's not what one expects of a Trader's daughter. But that doesn't mean I…" 'Fuck you, Wintrow,' she retaliated savagely.

Coming up. A large tawny cat announced this to me at the same moment that he effortlessly elevated onto my lap. I stared at him in surprise.

Goodbye, FitzChivalry Farseer.

The White Prophet and the Catalyst!" she cried in disgust. "Rather name them as they are, the Fool and the Idiot. Of all the careless, foolish things to do!

Butter for the cat. I have no reason to be nice to you. Yes you do. I am the cat.

She knew, with vast certainty, that she would never desire to be kissed by a man who had first asked her permission. "Permission to come aboard," some impish part of her mind whispered, and she fought to keep from grinning.

Each must be discouraged, but not completely denied all possibility. Men, she had discovered, were ruled by their imaginations in that regard.

Is that a riddle? Or a serious question?' 'Yes.' The Fool was grave.

Sometimes people ask if my books have morals or lessons for readers, and I shudder at that thought. I always say that I have more questions than answers.

Everything she sang was true. I will leave it to you as to whether the truth can exist with details omitted, or if those lacks make a lie of it.

and to die with the Warrior's Prayer on his lips. For, 'Yes', he had sighed on his dying breath, and all knew that was the ultimate prayer one could offer to life. Acceptance.