In our memories, there is a graveyard where we bury our dead. They all lie there together, the loved ones and the ones we hated, friends and foes and kin, with no distinction among them. We have to mourn every… — Steven Brust Copy Share Image
“Those are good questions. I recognize good questions, because I can come up with them myself.” — Steven Brust Copy Share Image
“Painting consists of long periods of minutes followed by short bursts of hours” — Steven Brust Copy Share Image
“I will do you one last favour, in the name and memory of the figment you have replaced. I will clarify a misapprehension of… — Steven Brust Copy Share Image
“We passed a street minstrel who was singing in one of the more obscure Eastern languages, and I dropped a few orbs into his… — Steven Brust Copy Share Image
“...As we locked the front door behind us, she said, "How do you keep getting in without my knowing it? Did Jill give you… — Steven Brust Copy Share Image
“It isn't always easy to act on what's in your head instead of what's in your heart. And it isn't always right to. The… — Steven Brust Copy Share Image
I’ve heard it said: ‘By his home you shall know him’; and we all know that we must pay attention to anyone who reverses… — Steven Brust Copy Share Image
“Grand," I said. "Just grand. I get myself into the army, stand up in battles I have no business in, get nailed in the… — Steven Brust Copy Share Image
“Does it really matter what you feel when you do something? Does it somehow make a difference if you're sorry when you go blasting… — Steven Brust Copy Share Image
All literature consists of whatever the writer thinks is cool. The reader will like the book to the degree that he agrees with the… — Steven Brust Copy Share Image
