Brand a man as a thief and no one will ever hire him for honest labor - he will be a hardened robber within weeks. The brand does not reveal a person….

Revenge is a dish best served unexpectedly and from a distance - like a thrown trifle..

The world is like a broken wrist that healed the wrong way, and will never be the same again..

Oh, painted smirk of a hopeless dawn, the girl is still wearing her breeches..

My child, you have a flawed grasp of the nature of myth-making. I am a poet and storyteller, a creator of ballads and sagas. Pray do not confuse the ….

Tea is the magic key to the vault where my brain is kept..

I am anything I wish to be. The world cannot choose for me. No, it is for me to choose what the world shall be..

Truth is dangerous. It topples palaces and kills kings. It stirs gentle men to rage and bids them take up arms. It wakes old grievances and opens for….

Everybody knew that books were dangerous. Read the wrong book, it was said, and the words crawled around your brain on black legs and drove you mad, ….

My good lady,’ interrupted Clent, ‘are you telling me that he is not the Luck? That you have in some way obfuscated the chronology of his nativity?’ ….

You, sir, are a romantic, and I'm afraid the condition is incurable. -Eponymous Clent.

So this was a nest of radicals. She thought a hotbed of sedition would involve more gunpowder and secret handshakes, and less shuffling of feet and p….

My dear fellow," he continued more soberly, "If you have managed to complicate things by forming a sentimental attachment in less than a week, then I….

If you want someone to tell you what to think," the phantom answered briskly, without looking up, "you will never be short of people willing to do so….

Tips for aspiring writers: don't be afraid of writing rubbish. It's very easy to become hypnotised by an empty page or screen. It's tempting to aband….

I find it hard to believe that a lady like...’ Pertellis hesitated, and coughed. ‘There is something elevated in the female spirit that will always h….

Mosca said nothing. The word ‘damsel’ rankled with her. She suddenly thought of the clawed girl from the night before, jumping the filch on an icy st….

We always find it difficult to forgive our heroes for being human..

Every time I do what you say I tumble a bit farther down this well of darkness, an' this here is a drop too deep an' too dark for me. I have to stop ….

I'm never telling the truth again! It gets you hanged and locked out and starved and froze and hated . . ..

If wits were pins, the man would be a veritable hedgehog..