Murphy is a writer's best friend, but you have to keep an eye on him, or he'll steal the silver. — Patricia C. Wrede Copy Share Image
“William didn't look like he'd be difficult about anything - he was thin and sandy-haired and already wore eyeglasses like his father. Most of… — Patricia C. Wrede Copy Share Image
“You don’t understand,” Mairelon said dully. “Kim doesn’t want to marry a toff.” Was that what was bothering him? “Well, of all the bacon-brained, sapskulled, squirish, buffle-headed nod cocks!” Kim said with as much indignation as she could muster. “I was talking about the marquis, not about you!” Mairelon’s eyes kindled. “Then you would?” “You’ve whiddled it,” Kim informed him.… — Patricia C. Wrede Copy Share
Of course it doesn't make sense." Lady Wendall said. "The rules of society rarely do. — Patricia C. Wrede Copy Share Image
“(In reply to the question, 'Would you like some suggestions for a plot for your next book?') There are three problems with getting plot… — Patricia C. Wrede Copy Share Image
Well, of all the bacon-brained, sapskulled, squirish, buffle-headed nodcocks! — Patricia C. Wrede Copy Share Image
“Winter was usually the slow season at the menagerie, with so many of the animals hibernating, but that year I was busier than a… — Patricia C. Wrede Copy Share Image
Sometimes, though, you have to do things for family, even if you'd rather not. — Patricia C. Wrede Copy Share Image
“Mendanbar took a deep breath. “You could stay here. At the castle, I mean. With me.” This wasn’t coming out at all the way… — Patricia C. Wrede Copy Share Image
“If you're going to be rude, do it for a reason and get something from it.” — Patricia C. Wrede Copy Share Image
If you want to build a car, you don't slap a bunch of iron ore, some sand, a rubber tree, and a couple of… — Patricia C. Wrede Copy Share Image
“If you brought me out driving just so you could insult me-" "Oh, not just to insult you.” — Patricia C. Wrede Copy Share Image
“Four of us,' said Morwen. The cats yowled. 'Yes, I know, and of course you're coming, but you can't carry a bucket of soapy… — Patricia C. Wrede Copy Share Image
